No Sorries For Goodbye
August 29, 2009, by Homme De Sept-Iles
Solid
sold gold liquid AARHAAHR
sell your gold to me
I will captain it
leaving the ice, I see what you see
helmets
but an exit sign
sticks
but missed chances
you can’t smell the lime boiled stench of defeat
Guillaume Patrice
Maxim Mathieu
Francis
how many guys in that room guessed
what would happen?
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