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24 April 2012

The Price Of Brief Lifespans

Our present is the past recycled

Our disasters are second hand

Our fashions though louder are merely awesome

Only our adjectives change

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Posted by at 01:14 in Life, Poetry |

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Everything runs in cycles(so don't give away that tie). Fashion-wise, nothing could've been louder than the 'house music culture' fashions! I always wanted a pair of Girbauds!!

Posted by: Robin | 05 May 2012 at 23:23

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