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Night shifts into jet black city escapes if it's not insanity, we don't have an answer at stake. this product of you and me was never an accident. love at its peak signaling and S.O.S. you've bought me in a surface. we don't now yet. analog fluctuations I wanted you and I cant forget. Sanctions we break, with metal palms we punch. limitations act as walls our thirst  keeps me quenched. My passion, your fire. will get us above the wires ambiguous insights to the past. Passion and fire, you ignite.
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Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 8:15 AM UTC
Cold Electric, hallucinogenic
Night shifts into jet black city escapes if it's not insanity, we don't have an answer at stake. this product of you and me was never an accident. love at its peak signaling and S.O.S. you've bought me in a surface. we don't now yet. analog fluctuations I wanted you and I cant forget. Sanctions we break, with metal palms we punch. limitations act as walls our thirst  keeps me quenched. My passion, your fire. will get us above the wires ambiguous insights to the past. Passion and fire, you ignite.
Jcjuatco
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Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 8:15 AM UTC
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