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Artista: Kane Hodder 365; I'll always miss 375. Rather hear tires; than listen to the static than listen to them lick the pavement at the edge of the world. He learned so much, but what's the point of knowledge when that knowledge came so easily to her. Another nightmare that's a dream it is the norm to kneel before the end of the world and give up every moment to the floor. What side says ground-war; which side says astral plane this side; that side; find out who asked for a line to be drawn from tires heading towards door; drawn from wishing deafness that says; reject, replace; binary speaks that love potion but twins are half as hold my tongue between your teeth; hold my lips between your eyes and stare me down. Truth be told: binary comes to me often; Truth says it's royally loyally subject to queen of suburban legend I'd like to think her to think binary often. Run; error...Search; error. Truth says that binary's not worth the effort; the error's in effort; the edge of the world and it still seems worth the effort to be in error. Sunrise at the start of the driveway; Sunset at the end of the world. Who want to keep my promise; who wants to meet the girl.
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