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like a tree in a sub zero cold snap...
All of this gravel I'm eating keeps
chipping my teeth...
Cold winter nights can
Only mean one thing...
by Alex Penuelas
I was thirsty
Going through the motions
Trying to get the past back...
That words can be simply plucked from the air and shaped into something beautiful is fascinating and wonderful indeed.
Sometimes it's not the music that gets us emotional it's the people and things that come to mind when listening to it.
Anything worth seeing can never be reflected in a mirror.