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  • IL BOTTY
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    • 19/07/07
    • 5626

    #13036
    cacca

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      #13037
      Uomini.

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

        #13038
        Pochi.
        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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          #13039
          Santi.

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

            #13040
            Morti.
            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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              #13041
              Dolore.

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

                #13042
                Riflessione.
                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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                  #13043
                  Conclusione.

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

                    #13044
                    Respiro.
                    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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                      #13045
                      Acqua.

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                      • Giurabbit

                        #13046
                        Elemento.

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                          #13047
                          Base.

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

                            #13048
                            Acido.
                            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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                              #13049
                              Misantropo.

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

                                #13050
                                Redenzione.
                                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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