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Rainbows Misfits Rock's Gothic Child

Plucking my imaginary guitar from it's star studded, silver case.. Fingers swept this air; ripping notes atop his couch unto her table Next thing I knew we were smashing windows, as kicking out doors Bobby laughed when I tripped their wire then caught Jezabel's chord ? Frantic thus became Daemon's crowd while we hit the high side in delphi.

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