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What have i become? a throw of the dice nonchalant mr.vice casual & causal but spare me the price would you... life is unpredictable and I a spectacle through me the suns ray setting flame to my schedule this cannot last for very long depleted no fuel to move on insomnia's run its coarse and its only getting worse Who will i become? the father from a son? i know of what you seek make bread from a crumb ...so to speak paper mache however is not concrete but that's just me being discreet
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Apr 29, 2011
Apr 29, 2011 at 5:42 PM UTC
Being Discreet
What have i become? a throw of the dice nonchalant mr.vice casual & causal but spare me the price would you... life is unpredictable and I a spectacle through me the suns ray setting flame to my schedule this cannot last for very long depleted no fuel to move on insomnia's run its coarse and its only getting worse Who will i become? the father from a son? i know of what you seek make bread from a crumb ...so to speak paper mache however is not concrete but that's just me being discreet
- From A Silent Cryptic Basement
samir
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Syrian
Apr 29, 2011
Apr 29, 2011 at 5:42 PM UTC
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