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By futurista12 ELITE
Far Rockaway, New York

Mom, there's a heathen under your roof Do you know there's a devil running loose I'm running wild I'm running loose You can probably catch me with a noose On a lasso an...
futurista12 ELITE, Far Rockaway, New York
615 articles 1 photo 114 comments

Favorite Quote:
"And though she be but little, she is fierce."- Shakespeare


Poetry
By futurista12 ELITE
Far Rockaway, New York
futurista12 ELITE, Far Rockaway, New York
615 articles 1 photo 114 comments

Favorite Quote:
"And though she be but little, she is fierce."- Shakespeare

Poetry
By futurista12 ELITE
Far Rockaway, New York
futurista12 ELITE, Far Rockaway, New York
615 articles 1 photo 114 comments

Favorite Quote:
"And though she be but little, she is fierce."- Shakespeare

Poetry
By futurista12 ELITE
Far Rockaway, New York
futurista12 ELITE, Far Rockaway, New York
615 articles 1 photo 114 comments

Favorite Quote:
"And though she be but little, she is fierce."- Shakespeare

Poetry
By futurista12 ELITE
Far Rockaway, New York
futurista12 ELITE, Far Rockaway, New York
615 articles 1 photo 114 comments

Favorite Quote:
"And though she be but little, she is fierce."- Shakespeare

Mocking-perception SILVER, Paris, Illinois
6 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"This above all: to thine own self be true" -Hamlet

MrAwsumness BRONZE, Crikvenica, Other
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
Better to burn out than fade away.

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By Rudra BRONZE
New Delhi, Other
Rudra BRONZE, New Delhi, Other
2 articles 1 photo 0 comments
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By Rolling-Girl BRONZE
Nevis, Minnesota
Rolling-Girl BRONZE, Nevis, Minnesota
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Every move will shake me, Every scar will build my throne."

devjanipaul PLATINUM, Queens, New York
30 articles 22 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;And I knew her soul wasn&rsquo;t something to take lightly. In a world where very little truth existed, her soul was a pariah, standing alone burning like a wildfire in my bones&ndash; a flaming crescent across pale midnight skies.&rdquo;<br /> &mdash; <br /> Christopher Poindexter