Lost is my only feeling, a trap with something else missing, enslaved to cement and design denim, why climb before skies, Risin a colorr engulfed in lights prism, resight the last message given, of a soldier inflight to his last mission, tough talk of war resides in bad vision, end of transmission,... Sign in to see full entry.
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