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Lutin Super Phacops - [*_0]--- Ptits Lutiηs & Cσ ---[^_^]
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0]- - Ptits Lutiηs and Cσ - -. I was just bony hands of cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were. To the brutes in the halls. My timid young fingers held a decent animal. Over the ramparts you tossed. The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers. Tied to a brick. Sweet as a song. The years have been short but the days were long. Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass. When our kite lines first crossed. Or a movie so crass.
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And life goes on - [*_0]--- Ptits Lutiηs & Cσ ---[^_^]
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0]- - Ptits Lutiηs and Cσ - -. I was just bony hands of cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were. To the brutes in the halls. My timid young fingers held a decent animal. Over the ramparts you tossed. The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers. Tied to a brick. Sweet as a song. The years have been short but the days were long. Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass. When our kite lines first crossed. Or a movie so crass.
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j0y-syndr0me's blog - Page 7 - [*_0]--- Ptits Lutiηs & Cσ ---[^_^] - Skyrock.com
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0]- - Ptits Lutiηs and Cσ - -. I was just bony hands of cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were. To the brutes in the halls. My timid young fingers held a decent animal. Over the ramparts you tossed. The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers. Tied to a brick. Sweet as a song. The years have been short but the days were long. Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass. When our kite lines first crossed. Or a movie so crass.
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Ainsi va la vie... - [*_0]--- Ptits Lutiηs & Cσ ---[^_^]
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0]- - Ptits Lutiηs and Cσ - -. I was just bony hands of cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were. To the brutes in the halls. My timid young fingers held a decent animal. Over the ramparts you tossed. The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers. Tied to a brick. Sweet as a song. The years have been short but the days were long. Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass. When our kite lines first crossed. Or a movie so crass.
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j0y-syndr0me's blog - Page 20 - [*_0]--- Ptits Lutiηs & Cσ ---[^_^] - Skyrock.com
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0]- - Ptits Lutiηs and Cσ - -. I was just bony hands of cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were. To the brutes in the halls. My timid young fingers held a decent animal. Over the ramparts you tossed. The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers. Tied to a brick. Sweet as a song. The years have been short but the days were long. Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass. When our kite lines first crossed. Or a movie so crass.
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j0y-syndr0me's blog - [*_0]--- Ptits Lutiηs & Cσ ---[^_^] - Skyrock.com
http://j0y-syndr0me.skyrock.com/1.html
0]- - Ptits Lutiηs and Cσ - -. I was just bony hands of cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were. To the brutes in the halls. My timid young fingers held a decent animal. Over the ramparts you tossed. The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers. Tied to a brick. Sweet as a song. The years have been short but the days were long. Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass. When our kite lines first crossed. Or a movie so crass.
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Message pour les jeunes [et les moins jeunes] - [*_0]--- Ptits Lutiηs & Cσ ---[^_^]
http://j0y-syndr0me.skyrock.com/1208945874-Message-pour-les-jeunes-et-les-moins-jeunes.html
0]- - Ptits Lutiηs and Cσ - -. I was just bony hands of cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were. To the brutes in the halls. My timid young fingers held a decent animal. Over the ramparts you tossed. The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers. Tied to a brick. Sweet as a song. The years have been short but the days were long. Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass. When our kite lines first crossed. Or a movie so crass.
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j0y-syndr0me's blog - Page 4 - [*_0]--- Ptits Lutiηs & Cσ ---[^_^] - Skyrock.com
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0]- - Ptits Lutiηs and Cσ - -. I was just bony hands of cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were. To the brutes in the halls. My timid young fingers held a decent animal. Over the ramparts you tossed. The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers. Tied to a brick. Sweet as a song. The years have been short but the days were long. Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass. When our kite lines first crossed. Or a movie so crass.
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0]- - Ptits Lutiηs and Cσ - -. I was just bony hands of cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were. To the brutes in the halls. My timid young fingers held a decent animal. Over the ramparts you tossed. The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers. Tied to a brick. Sweet as a song. The years have been short but the days were long. Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass. When our kite lines first crossed. Or a movie so crass.
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0]- - Ptits Lutiηs and Cσ - -. I was just bony hands of cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were. To the brutes in the halls. My timid young fingers held a decent animal. Over the ramparts you tossed. The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers. Tied to a brick. Sweet as a song. The years have been short but the days were long. Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass. When our kite lines first crossed. Or a movie so crass.