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Let The Wind Blow Through

Searching for love in vain is daunting.

Haunting, I saunter over to you my flower, my blossom.

Lost in your eye, I retract my all, NOT some...

 

A friend is still a warm gun....

But hold on ***

What about your mom?

or your dad?

  Or your uncle?

Or women that you share bunks with? Maybe buckle DOWN with?

Is it worth it?     I assume not either way, but perhaps.........

I'm so tired... and I could just sleep.

sleep forever

My body lies in a heap, and I prepare to meet my maker.

But I guess today ain't th' day. Cos today I'ma play Zelda: The Wind Waker.

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billy-bob-will-bob-joe-bob
Armenian
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Sep 20, 2012
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