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The Lost & Placed

May 30, 2009
By Anonymous

She has come, she has come. Oh why? In hell we Breath out of tubes of Lice. Just leave me your heart, until you believe I'm sorry. Money walks a life of dissapointment, while I'm on my High horse, so High. I can't believe I'm wrong. So die all my feelings black, and I will return the paste for your paint, I will treat my Hangover. In prison I dream of the town, in the gogorian tempest.


The author's comments:
You haven't heard anything, on this face of the Earth. So dream all you can't, cause nightmares interfare.

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