Friday, July 8, 2011

Shell top

My world is sanctioned
Life isnt seperate
I wont reverse the analogy for your preference
I cover the surface
Are you hard of hearing, where is the clearance
Your world, my planet
But mine couldnt be anymore cleaner
Our pictures are the furthest
I can be own cast away
Removing all negativity that would harvest

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