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Tweet from the cage I hear, blood is the common fear. The sound on the edge of heaven, minutes left are seven. Trippin', fallin' down low, my Angel, you're too slow. All the colors are turning one, black is the on you'll see run... - In darkness I am, glad you don't have a cam. For 'Dark' is my chair, so don't you dare. Go call me super odd, at my side is God. - "No reason is makes," your smile just fakes...
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC
Birdcage
Tweet from the cage I hear, blood is the common fear. The sound on the edge of heaven, minutes left are seven. Trippin', fallin' down low, my Angel, you're too slow. All the colors are turning one, black is the on you'll see run... - In darkness I am, glad you don't have a cam. For 'Dark' is my chair, so don't you dare. Go call me super odd, at my side is God. - "No reason is makes," your smile just fakes...
Bittebeth
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Danish
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC
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