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  • crepuscolo
    Opinionista
    • 08/10/07
    • 24570

    #6571
    Discorde (n

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

      #6572
      Stralunato.
      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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      • crepuscolo
        Opinionista
        • 08/10/07
        • 24570

        #6573
        Notturno

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          #6574
          Stressante.

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

            #6575
            Intemperante.
            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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              #6576
              In libertà.

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

                #6577
                Femminea.
                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.

                Comment

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                  #6578
                  Sicuro.

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

                    #6579
                    Battente.
                    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.

                    Comment

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                      #6580
                      Felino.

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                      • crepuscolo
                        Opinionista
                        • 08/10/07
                        • 24570

                        #6581
                        graffiante

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

                          #6582
                          Bizzarro.
                          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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                            #6583
                            Estremo.

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

                              #6584
                              Ingabbiata.
                              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.

                              Comment

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                                #6585
                                Schietto.

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