It’s alone in here
crank up the atmosphere,
I’m suffocating in this quiet space
I’m scratching at my face.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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We are generation Y, we ask why are we here, and why we are so tied to the dios of Juanucho Cobbon, the only demi- that calls for capitols. The Juanucho Cobbon Sociedad de Poesia consists of award winning poets like Juanucho Cobbon himself, as well as his loyal subjects, McCallum--Sally, Ryder-Sejjjj, and Cravens--Mitch. We are beatniks for a "beat" generations, worshippers of the layman's verse (por la mitad), and engordados de amistad. and we shall craft.
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