Friday, January 16, 2009
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From that cloud, number nine, Danger starts the sharp incline, And such sad regrets, Oh as those starry skies, As they swiftly fall. Tendrils of Smoke & Ochre. A Chalice of Wanderlust. Art made Fluid and Mobile. Go on take a peak through the crack in the Door of My Life...I Dare You.
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Do u regret going there now? HAHA i cant believe u got lost!
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