Rust

Thu, 07/09/2015 - 03:08 -- Rustman

A beautiful city is what I see for you, and maybe for me too. Skyscrappers as tall as my belief in you. Life is not so cruel. Doing what we love. We do not turn to rust. We will shine as the world around us turns to dust.

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Me

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