Runner's hand
Vehicle in the night fear reflecting eyes an innocent being on colder pavement lies take hold of runner's hand console in burning stars fly to where you wish from Atria to Mars if the pain is hard to stand console in burning stars take hold of runner's hand fly from Atria to Mars.
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Soul2010
Well I am a danish biology student who creativitively primarily enjoys playing music. I play guitar in a band with no name.. yet.. recently I have evolved an interest in writing lyrics and experimenting with words just as I do with sounds.. perhaps...
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