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a speechless night
glooming over a city rapped up in carnal pleasure proclaiming the lust that resides inside our unborn heart freezing the moment into a field of sand a piece o ice melting under the hot sun washing away with the wind making connections that should last forever instead of falling apart in the last moment before entering the motel called life rapped in the white sheets, sitting on the top of the bad tears mixed with blood a cocktail of pure emotion and a list of friends aprioristic riddles for young minds that find out what makes the world turn around from sad people riding in sad cars releasing the toxic waste accumulated inside their retarded hearts that don't understand the meaning of a tear washing away previous laughter and a tragedy of the world which is losing each day another piece of an already crippled reality facing the immense sea of darkness...
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