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10-04-2008, 07:20 PM
She's dying to be held in the rain; men, what are you waiting for?!
What am I waiting for? ;]
The color of the sala flower reveals the truth that is... To flourish is to fall. The proud do not endure.
Heaven or Hell, Let's Rock!
Like a passing dream on a night in Spring. The mighty fall at last, to be no more than dust before the wind.
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