.....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, CAAbouti need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..Writing
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