quinta-feira, 25 de agosto de 2011

5am sessions

"We can't both become the same
Pawn that's made to fall
Oil that tastes like blood
Steals the summer scent
From me to you
You're stabbing me through you
You're stabbing you through him
And betting most of this world
We'll add enough of the world" Chevelle - Jars
.moisses fo dnE

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