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Fairy tale about a girl whom I caught in a lake behind my house. She had skin cold as crystal which was growing over her body. I laid her in my bed and felt that, with the night rising, tide comes. (by laura makabresku)
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You begin
where I end
you begin.
PLAY NAILS
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Dance by Jose Romussi
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