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[satelite_fiesta]

All ties life until
Bridge collasped, when the sky fell
(When you feel something
Inspiration, love, hate , anger, greed
These thoughts do not die with you
But they move on
And carrying on throught generations)
Brightest of nights
Glarring light plagues the ocean
Setting fire towards western trends
Tides spilt out of
Mouths and running tears
The last

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[taxi__]

Throughout.
Glaring.
Whenever you're not busy.
And I like that picture.