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Magic Never Sleeps
Your touch, your lips, your heart -- buried in fresh soil. I'll find your love.
Monday, September 21, 2009
XHAMTU
Outran,
outed and
pierced-through
The disappointment
is measured in the alcohol
soaked
rapid staccato
tsk
tsk
tsk's
that weep out of
my friends' mouths.
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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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