The Delicate Sound Of An Explosion
Sadaharu
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i've got my back against the wall.
i've got my feet planted firmly in this...
i break the surface to breath again for the first time. chill november air burns my nostrils.
(a fleeting moment - soon stolen).
and i can never look at this the same again...
(there are two types of people in thisworld...
the dead, and the dying.)
Composición de Angelo Madrigale / Bill Bennett / Jeff Breil / Mike Madrigale. ¿La información está incorrecta? Avísanos.
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