Pure and Massacred
Just leave a comment,
I swear I don't bite.
Just leave a set of words behind.
I swear I don't bite.
Just leave a set of words behind.
posted by Your Battlefield at 6/06/2007 03:53:00 PM
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
About Me
- Name: Your Battlefield
- Location: Kuwait, Kuwait
She's dry as the acrylics fermenting on her skin; the soulful artist bursting to release a figment of imagination that will surely caress your eyes - she might displease. To her eyes only, you won't read much concerning her; she's rather in between the text. But grow accustomed to her bottomless lyrics and maybe someday you'll understand the mentality of this Battle Field. Till then she bids you adieu, and bedazzles you with a doodle…:)
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