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/|\   °             °                  •                      '                           ¤ *Can't freeze a caludron with only witchbone and cigarette dreams. No sir; I live in the city not a surreality.  The smoke can kiss my collarbone, not my vexed mind. The only thing I am is the color of lightning and all I have to offer is my glass. As in hour, not luminous wine.*                   ....
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Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
Electricity in my City.
/|\   °             °                  •                      '                           ¤ *Can't freeze a caludron with only witchbone and cigarette dreams. No sir; I live in the city not a surreality.  The smoke can kiss my collarbone, not my vexed mind. The only thing I am is the color of lightning and all I have to offer is my glass. As in hour, not luminous wine.*                   ....
I'm losing my ******* mind and no one can help. © Copywrite
Skaidrum
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Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
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