.....ridesA Poem by brianna vegawind in my face im going to win the race chasing after the beautiful music you play not usually my original taste but its beautiful all the same sleeping streets golden lights all the worlds beneath our feets rotating with the sheep
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2 Reviews Added on August 17, 2012 Last Updated on August 17, 2012 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAboutThings have changed like the singing of rain Once soft Now pouring Soaking Softening Changing more.. |

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