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Calmness in you is not avid
Drip the lines
The ridge of life could never be inert
A presumption
Grow the trees with bones
Murder all left none.
Added by Malaya Roses on December 8, 2012 at 5:30am — 3 Comments
you and me sara ya freakin know we had it all
tried to throw it away
smashed your head against a wall
trendy dundas ossington
pseudo-hipster scene we had a ball
we got into a screaming match
cops didnt mind at all
oh such sweet times
ill hold them close all my life
even closer when im about to die
cos ill need some one to jerk off to
at that time
im hopin that'll really be alright
you and…
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