WINTER QUARTERS A box of memories and feast days. Half-life in every attempt and the other half in metal tongs. Its a classic follow the carrot with your breath back here. A millimeter disorder about me to the place. It holds my purpose be knife and prey on par. Its not so tragic, play with distance and inherit his loneliness. Winter Quarters breaking his silence. Dolls ice witnesses of this closure. It was so long mourning the end almost confused him home. Amnesic kits, Overseas legends. Pre-Soviet soldiers, I signed my War and Peace owners. There is a mystery maps that do not lead to treasure or epicenters to burst. Are the laws of physics and time is not put in my place. Already a classic, I lost the pass and now I hope the emissary ... That will never come. Winter Quarters breaking his silence. Dolls ice witnesses of this closure. It was so long mourning the end almost confused him home. As much as I return I find my memories. The look, the dream; I own is already outside. Fell edges and the glass is full. And now I just try to empty I just need to take off. It was so long mourning the end almost confused my path Home. https://youtube/watch?v=oLj5rO6QJG4
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 17:15:57 +0000
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