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Sunday, March 6, 2011
biatch .
like the burning flame
that burns down everything
like the black mist
that blinds a vision
like the grass
that hides the ground
there they are
floating so high above
as harmless as it may seem
may the curse forgive and let them be.
+ tapaKasut +
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