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Restlessness, My oldest friend Pulls me from my bed. 3am. A lonely pilgrim searching For a holy land. Finding nothing but The light of dying stars.
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 7:49 AM UTC
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Restlessness, My oldest friend Pulls me from my bed. 3am. A lonely pilgrim searching For a holy land. Finding nothing but The light of dying stars.
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courier-pigeon
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 7:49 AM UTC
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