

II touch you to my lips and smoke dances, Evanescant reminders of my fate. Each drag, each puff means no second chances; Even with each breath I draw, it's too late. You slip along my tongue and 'twixt my teeth As ashes fall and scatter at my feet. If this keeps up, too soon I'll lie beneath The earth, my corpse dressed up all nice and neat. Yet sing your song, o curséd cancer stick; That melody my lungs cry out to hear. You fore forbidden bliss, a subtle trick On those who I would have my visage fear. In a world where dragons are but a myth,I
Ima spreading some
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*Scars have the power to remind us that the past was real*
I never thought I would go this far without a star to cross the seas so far from shores I had left behind still far from shores I have yet to reach.
Just stop by to say that you've got a nice gallery
Greetings from Poland
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Polish-Vietnamese deviant ; )
{ ~SynthTwins
Sorry for my English
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"The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule." - H.L. Mencken
Arthur's Hall of Viking Manliness: [link]
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"The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule." - H.L. Mencken
Arthur's Hall of Viking Manliness: [link]
I might be going to UCSC, depending on the decisions I make in the next month or so.
I like it up there.
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"The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule." - H.L. Mencken
Arthur's Hall of Viking Manliness: [link]
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"The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule." - H.L. Mencken
Arthur's Hall of Viking Manliness: [link]
Any new tunes on the way?
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"The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule." - H.L. Mencken
Arthur's Hall of Viking Manliness: [link]
Read my journal for details.
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"Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears." - Edgar Allan Poe
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