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The moon rises and hides in the soul,
A dream is left hanging on the gallows of consciousness,
The sunset dying on your lips as you grace the sky
With a smile that is really a grimace.
Treason is in every bed,
Just like death tangles with everyone.
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The moon rises and hides in the soul,
A dream is left hanging on the gallows of consciousness,
The sunset dying on your lips as you grace the sky
With a smile that is really a grimace.
Treason is in every bed,
Just like death tangles with everyone.
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When it comes to community spirit, `Rushy is a shining example. From participating in devmeets, to providing positive encouragement to other artists, `Rushy can always be found demonstrating what it really takes to be a true deviant. It's without any hesitation that we are delighted to award the Deviousness Award for July 2009 to `RushyRead More
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Great capture!!!!
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Pictures freezes the time so the next generation can see what it was like before them, so go out, capture the moment and create history!
Support the future, support young and upcoming artists!!!
My gallery: [link]
Where are the new photos?
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The moon rises and hides in the soul,
A dream is left hanging on the gallows of consciousness,
The sunset dying on your lips as you grace the sky
With a smile that is really a grimace.
Treason is in every bed,
Just like death tangles with everyone.
I lost CD with photos. And I dunno know when I find it.
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The moon rises and hides in the soul,
A dream is left hanging on the gallows of consciousness,
The sunset dying on your lips as you grace the sky
With a smile that is really a grimace.
Treason is in every bed,
Just like death tangles with everyone.
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go easy... step lightly... stay free
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l o v e
mój angielski ogranicza się do minimum.
-.-'
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