The space, filth and sludge of printed words crept beneath the spot where we stand and eat and kiss our love ones have turned to fire that’s waiting for fuel and we knew and realized and hoped that the moment of truth never.............or shall...
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
in spired by fal se alarm
The space, filth and sludge of printed words crept beneath the spot where we stand and eat and kiss our love ones have turned to fire that’s waiting for fuel and we knew and realized and hoped that the moment of truth never.............or shall...
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