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    I was an Angel in this fuckin' June's month...
    I am already an angel but not on your mouth...


    For what? For who?... From Nowhere


    A lost and black sheep walking on the street of a broken heart.

    A white, dry and burst eye falling at your foot...

    I don't wanna see anymore those putrid chip of us...


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