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[pac_man]

Passing by streams consumed to nothing by the suns personal grudge, we walk hand in hand towards a destination of utopia. our daily masks of indifference have been shed for this speical occasion. step by step our arrival grows ever nearer. hilltops overlooked with a passing eye, plants and flowers diminished from a lack of love. left in the open,

Comments

[amrou]

And why are you thinking like this right now kid? I'm assuming you wrote that even though it doesn't sound like you at all.

[pac_man]

i was just writing, dude.