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The attic of my mind and the subculture of my dreams. I threw in a little of everything.
About Me
- Saule Cogneur
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- Loveline won't call back. they don't know, they do...
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- Where the streets have no name.
- And your hair, smells of smoke. Who will cast, the...
- With pretty eyed boys girls die to trust
- If it makes you less sad, I'll keep out of the sta...
- I'm learnin' to fly, around the clouds. What goes ...
- And you say we're to young, but maybe you're too o...
- Nanana life goes on
- If you want to, I can save you, I can take you awa...
- And scars are souvenirs you never lose. The past i...
- He got to the heart of the matter and lingered...
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- It's alright and it's nice not to be so alone.
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3 comments:
Who's home?
My best friend from the mid-college years just returned from a mission. We talked on the phone for a while; it was glorious, just like old times.
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