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Dope
Insightful and the brilliant glowing light at the end, covering my path all along the road with a special friend, parked high and free...
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No Justifications
Have you ever wondered why you are here at this moment, all I ask for the credibility of the senses and those lost sonnets, If you can...
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Random Pulses of the Commotion
Wings high above in the sky, the thrust of the engine and clouds starts to fly, you sit idle in search for a moment, all that ever man...
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The Movement.
The fanatic rode the snake in his blue bus, so did the Cobain doped himself so early, there was no voodoo child left anymore, because...
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Professional Lust
From the first drop of the hot shower, to the last sip of the wine, she feels the senses in her body, chilling, running down the spine....
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Sinner Man
Rush of the blood down the pipe, burns the guts of that sinned insane, smoked the full pot of weed, the smokes reached his nose drain,...
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