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The regrets made me voids (Other) by Prince of Void

The regrets made me voids Attempting to fill the voids Getting me old But still trying to fill the voids That’s getting me cold Yet dying to fill the voids It’s getting me buried in However void is void Even histories couldn’t fill the voids And I’ve gone numb As the void of meaning take the place of mine And the others have tried so The silence of void filled us over again In hundred miles green and blue yards

zodiac 30-Sep-05/5:23 AM
I thought so too, but then I saw this:

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Select Blue-veined Cheeses. Scroll down.




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