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Magic Never Sleeps
Your touch, your lips, your heart -- buried in fresh soil. I'll find your love.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Your knocking at my door,
but i see no footprints in the snowwwwww
how did you get here? to never ask is to never know
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Marcos
I'm so bored with music that I listen to Hella. And Wavves. And Black Dice. And enjoy it.
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