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he was standing there by the broken tree.
His hands were all twisted he was pointing at me.
I was damned by the light coming out of his eyes.
he spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky.
His hands were all twisted he was pointing at me.
I was damned by the light coming out of his eyes.
he spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky.
Annons
Anonymous
Thu 2 Apr 2009 23:18
BBY?<3
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