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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 4:45 AM UTC
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The routine sun rose Sinking thinking A swollen scene of city wonder Small color blunders bleed the jungle dry But I try And that's something the camaraderie sighs at But still with that fact, I go. Faux lives carriage by Made of paper, made of dimes Teenage crimes can supply felicity IN public SIMPLICITY. Omit apperception moreover audition: Copy and paste the taste you had when you were young and drag it to oblivion. for the eventual: the sensual isn't essential
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 4:45 AM UTC
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