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i sit on its hard flat cold seat. feeling the air caress my face i want to swing into the beyond. i want time to fade away behind me trailing into nothingness. i love freedom. Posted By Samuel Coleman On 03.07.2012 @ 9:39 am
i sit on its hard flat cold seat. feeling the air caress my face i want to swing into the beyond. i want time to fade away behind me trailing into nothingness. i love freedom.
