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  • Kyra
    Disappointed Idealist
    • 24/10/05
    • 22455

    #4921
    Pregiudicata.
    I'm laying down, eating snow
    My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
    On a bed of spider web
    I think of how to change myself

    A lot of hope in a one man tent
    There's no room for innocence
    So take me home before the storm
    Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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    • Novembre
      Cynical person
      • 12/04/06
      • 7928

      #4922
      Evasivo.
      "Nulla si conosce interamente finché non vi si è girato tutt'attorno per arrivare al medesimo punto provenendo dalla parte opposta."
      Arthur Schopenhauer

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      • Kyra
        Disappointed Idealist
        • 24/10/05
        • 22455

        #4923
        Talentuosa.
        I'm laying down, eating snow
        My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
        On a bed of spider web
        I think of how to change myself

        A lot of hope in a one man tent
        There's no room for innocence
        So take me home before the storm
        Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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        • Novembre
          Cynical person
          • 12/04/06
          • 7928

          #4924
          Perspicace.
          "Nulla si conosce interamente finché non vi si è girato tutt'attorno per arrivare al medesimo punto provenendo dalla parte opposta."
          Arthur Schopenhauer

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          • Matthias J
            ...assente!
            • 30/03/08
            • 1888

            #4925
            Giocosa.
            [I][SIZE="1"]"Se un uomo non

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            • Novembre
              Cynical person
              • 12/04/06
              • 7928

              #4926
              Lucido.
              "Nulla si conosce interamente finché non vi si è girato tutt'attorno per arrivare al medesimo punto provenendo dalla parte opposta."
              Arthur Schopenhauer

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              • Matthias J
                ...assente!
                • 30/03/08
                • 1888

                #4927
                Corretta.
                [I][SIZE="1"]"Se un uomo non

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                • Revenge

                  #4928
                  Forte

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                  • Giurabbit

                    #4929
                    Sveglia

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                    • Revenge

                      #4930
                      Incompresa

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                      • Giurabbit

                        #4931


                        Preoccupata

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                        • Revenge

                          #4932
                          Silenziosa

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                          • Kyra
                            Disappointed Idealist
                            • 24/10/05
                            • 22455

                            #4933
                            Onesta.
                            I'm laying down, eating snow
                            My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                            On a bed of spider web
                            I think of how to change myself

                            A lot of hope in a one man tent
                            There's no room for innocence
                            So take me home before the storm
                            Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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                            • Armida
                              Morbida morbida...
                              • 18/09/06
                              • 3341

                              #4934
                              Ritrovato
                              [COLOR="DarkSlateGray"][FONT="Century Gothic"][SIZE="2"]La volupt

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                              • Kyra
                                Disappointed Idealist
                                • 24/10/05
                                • 22455

                                #4935
                                Intermittente.
                                I'm laying down, eating snow
                                My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                                On a bed of spider web
                                I think of how to change myself

                                A lot of hope in a one man tent
                                There's no room for innocence
                                So take me home before the storm
                                Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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