explain me why the stranger says i’m there again amnesic prince of flames in the smell of red in the sweat of the silver pilgrim forever carrying what is never discovered but ever aimed and precious and there where the road begins.

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October 13, 2009 at 3:42 pm
looks nice, but I would try a different crop
I see it too complex – there’s too much there