LYRIC GAMEUntil I'm right under your skin,
I cannot breather you're pulling me in....
Ok
GO!
H is for HeatherWe had sat there for what seemed to be an age. He hadn’t looked at me. An everlasting moment of perfection. It was dusk. Midsummer. The sloping moors were everywhere, surrounding us. Protecting us from the world. Each hill, dip and valley was carpeted with mauve heather that seemed to breathe with every tiny suggestion of a breeze. Above us the sky was a rosy pink, streaked with clouds the colour of amber and deep purple. The sun was just beginning to sink below the distant hilltops we faced, preparing to take with it the warm glow we were bathed in and with its departure, spread perpetual dark across the rolling moors. I sat cross-leggeH is for Heather
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"If you need a hero you have diminished yourself in some way"
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I put a dollar in my pocket and threw it away
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I bet you can't lick the back of your neck
Saw a pic of you and your new tats you lucky bastard lol
I want one! no fair!!!!
xxx
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I put a dollar in my pocket and threw it away
x
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I bet you can't lick the back of your neck
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the one that is hated from the masses
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Bruno Pantone Art Photography
RedLight Studio
oh, and you know paul then?
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And i was busy for a bit heh.
Yeah i do. NSB lad hangs out with the Abington crew.
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Nature facex
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