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This message It will self destruct This message It deconstructs This message An eruption Of my consumption Of the bad My feel bads For damage done With an empty gun In hand Collect the shells Sweep the scraps It dont matter Who was first But last We all cast shadows Here and now From frown To pout We all go out Like *******
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
All roads merge
This message It will self destruct This message It deconstructs This message An eruption Of my consumption Of the bad My feel bads For damage done With an empty gun In hand Collect the shells Sweep the scraps It dont matter Who was first But last We all cast shadows Here and now From frown To pout We all go out Like *******
Mikhael
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
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