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Magic Never Sleeps
Your touch, your lips, your heart -- buried in fresh soil. I'll find your love.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
bane
I'm alive.
Breathe.
Your alive.
So they say.
Try not to worry about what they say...
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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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