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moogles on mescaline Offline
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Default 06-07-2009, 11:26 AM

That first sentence...



The sound of the blue, an eternity of complete aquiescence. I cannot move, nor do I need to, for it is enough to lie on the cliff and become entrapped in a world of escapism and peace. Cerulean transience of all my imagined shores...
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