

summer air .The guitars screeched, head banging to drum beats.summer air .
To his hand she reached, in a room full of perspire, blood and deceit.
The starting beat drew the crowd's attention, her eyes focused on him. His music brought her into another dimension, adrenaline pumping to the brim.
"I am going to do your favourite song," he said. she smiled and gripped his hand . As the lights all turned chrome red. this was her favourite hardcore band.
As he breathed, sang and screamed memories came running through, They would not be happy for long it
Feet
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Go cry about it, why don't you. (J. May)
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Naci y.. pof
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"We both have truths. Are yours the same as mine?"
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hello, gold shoes .
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On the spot like this, all I can think of is rice pilaf! (~gemjuggler)
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