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Sunset purple shroud covers the roof of the port city of N
People run after work to shop for serum from problems
And glimpses of the last rays painted designs on the glasses a rented apartment
Where is Jane Doe sat in a social network under the light dose and at all joints.
Phone already sat on futile attempts to dial the number that you know by heart
Her party has long blacklisted, and that's enough into the tube to pray, it is not Jesus
Friends reported that in the evening he was seen with a new passion in the club
The picture is clear, the Rubik's cube is assembled, self-preservation instinct severed
It makes no sense to look for a long-awaited online with your favorite photo with his avatars
Like Gwen Stacy in vain he waited to help her come, Peter Parker
Firmly stuck in a tight web of his own tears as waterfalls
Her sadness radioactive strive to reach the half-life.
How many times fell, wiping his hands on them have no way to distinguish between the lines
Bee stings comes needle intravenously our heroine on heroin
The downtrodden dumb poems basket rest with shots of empty shoots.
Cover with an avalanche of mental anguish and hand came under the pressure of the blade
There is no point in trying to squeeze the juice from the fruit had long since dried up,
There were so many decent, but we have to fuck you were falling in love with a monster
From a power tap pouring water, can not be heard too loud wailing and crying
The next morning will find the table on the last line of her gum wrapper