Thursday, 23 September 2010
the water wanted it
It was there, but the water wanted it. So in a shower, I lit the fuse, I burnt the tiles. This was my fuel—you saw the fire. We went cold so soon.
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It was there, but the water wanted it. So in a shower, I lit the fuse, I burnt the tiles. This was my fuel—you saw the fire. We went cold so soon.
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It was there, but the water wanted it. So in a shower, I lit the fuse, I burnt the tiles. This was my fuel—you saw the fire. We went cold so soon.
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