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Post by gordyluv ♥'s you! on Aug 10, 2009 5:34:26 GMT 10
Morocco... her sweet voice rode on the breeze...
"Big tears fall down like puddles..." She sang. She waited for her words to take effect, so that she could fight with someone.
"When something cuts or bleeds... Big storms leave towns in rubbles... The shore just recedes..." Her voice was charming even her. She wondered how long she would have to wait for someone to come, she wanted a little fun right now.
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