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| smilesideways (profile) wrote, on 6-7-2005 at 11:48pm | |
| hopes made of harlem and plastic gold. our walk shakes the core. created to be blunt. that's where real magic is hidden my little alone lady. inside groves of fallen petals and the realization we could make it. a place that knows it's bling. high signs with low intentions, we'll make the best of all the trinkets. that's what explorers do. so strap on your confidence and here we go. let the dynasty begin. a million miles there. along the tatooed city's lips, we fall right into place. it's all we have. |
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| Anonymous | 07-02-05 11:27pm yuck
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