bliss
The Utopian Syndicate
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Post by bliss on Apr 3, 2011 22:00:45 GMT -8
As my mind swirls In the tequila Conversations Around me Take Forms Roughly Unkind And some so Kind The world begins To spin First slow Then fast Then faster Till no one Can hold on
Soon we Will all find Ourselves In a world So unrefined Our ladle Got lost
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