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Jul 2015
Its like watching the landscapes from a fast moving car
Unable to stop
to spot, or to focus
Why jump from a moving bus
when you can just wait for it to run out of gas
Because whats the point in waiting for the end
My Scarlet Amora
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My Scarlet Amora
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