Flowers Wilt

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By Loneliness is condescending •

Elemental aspirations of wavering intellectual speculation diminishing this brittle mastermind controlling every recollection touching delicately on my soul hands drenched in blood shed by a kiss

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January 1, 2006 05:39lost the lonely dead

i hope you do more with this or is it done its really kinda sad though too