Who is this man? His voice is silver. And he is...
I cannot imagine anymore Not fair I know your bed is...
I never knew of promise and now it holds me as...
Beautiful poetry writing girl, he says Why are there tears in...
Fingers I use to write Crawl over the words Your fingers...
Seven shots sound Simultaneously The signal (?) READY! ..and from the...
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I thought there was something To everything And nothing interested me...
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