To live amongst the magnets and wipe our souls clean. You know it’s the only way.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
The Sound A Formatted Heart Makes
To live amongst the magnets and wipe our souls clean. You know it’s the only way.
To live amongst the magnets and wipe our souls clean. You know it’s the only way.
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