the spontaneity of the red upon the ground reveals the death of another season. the wind blows colder than desirable - matching my heart set upon your shelf. Just another piece of your story to tell. But its not the end for you...
Fear will send us away. And we will teach our children not to do as we've done, and wonder what could have been.
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=sweet.
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get the new crowder cd. "a collison or (3+4=7)"
its random. you'd like it.
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hhe;)
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