A sense of ice shakes me of my morning dust, its time to get started, thats... a kiss on my nose shields my alley, Rally my mind. I am exhaust, I am THE of my own combustion drawn from different metals. My emulate alloys much later after. I am OLD, oldster. It is cause burn though ice (something else reversed) the informal limitations. The Un-Burdened Un-Fire. The sentimental dragon flies. One fell two.
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Tuesday, 28 August 2012
The Un-Burdened Un-Fire - Hyphenated Ducks - Ronnie Garza
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