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Hollow ruins

Spokn fortunes unnatural tales speak the wisdom of a drunken man scream like the falling fans. deathly fates stand on horizions, beautiful futures sit on the ugly lakes. See what you may want now to be not your self is to be unlike who you are.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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