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| We all reach for a steel-made castle, only to be given grains of sand in return. Seven luck-filled lads don't get stepped on because of their sandy band. Each young man thrusts his sword forward in life to reach an almost infantile goal. Simplicity, in it's simplest form, is as hallucinogenic as most lads would like. To reach into one's undesirable self and answers, is to like a ripe, perfect lime. |
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