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May 10
" Hold your hands out and let it go. Embers to ashes and diamonds turn coal.. Cleanse the palate of bitter distortion, something never wanted. A mental abortion. So sing with me again, I know you know my song. Stitch up your wings, cause these years aren't lasting that long... "
Written by
Limbotheclown  38/M/Canada
     Karijinbba, Fawn, ---, BR Dragos and Mary
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