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Skyline Nights

bk-Blayze

Published: Aug 12, 2011

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_{The cityshore and the nighttime drifts singing in harmony. A bounded ship towards a trail of endlessness I call myself. I hum along with the strings played high above the trees. Humming along...}

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Aug 18, 2011

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