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:: Vessels ::
... i spent two weeks in silver lake the California sun cascading down my face there was a girl - with light brown streaks. ... All i see are dark grey clouds - in the distance moving closer with every hour. ...and when you'd ask "Is something wrong ?" I'd think - "You're damn right there is, but we can't talk about it now." No, we can't talk about it now. ![]() _ spoken. at 10:24 AM |
"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."
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