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Occasional Hero
- Gotham City
- Last Record: 2012-01-21 00:10:18 +0200
- Joined: Sep 06, 2010
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they came from mars. out from the black like jaguars, their faces mapped with scars. we put them in jars to look at them beneath our radar. not yet have they called war, but these things from afar, from that distant star so different from ours how can we trust something so bizarre? in the end they will be our saviors but that's not what we'll write in our memiors we'll keep history ajar for our reputations we will not mar. |
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Tiny and tempted, the tooth sprite took teeth, from bitty blameless babes who buried bitey bits beneath pleasantly puffy pillows on which their pudgy heads did plant, but upon arising to the abs... |
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If you were the rain
I'd move to Seattle Burn my umbrella And drink Up |
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