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Nov 05, 2007
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When our minds come home
Snakes of the sand
Beasts of the land
Bring home tonight the last rays of light
And man huddles here,
His terror is clear
As his sin hurries in for the fight.
— Blackcatatheart, Nov 05, 2007
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weirdelf
18 years 8 months ago
You are right, it needs work
Blackcatatheart
18 years 8 months ago
On sin
weirdelf
18 years 8 months ago
Just remember
IKnowNoBox
18 years 8 months ago
I have ADHD
IKnowNoBox
18 years 8 months ago
I have ADHD
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