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Sparo al cielo che non mi dà mai risposta come fosse un bambino che s'annoia Sparo a quel telefono lì che squilla da sempre sempre Sparo alla tv che non ci ha più da dire niente
Daily Literature Deviations is a group that is dedicated to bringing literature to the forefront of the deviantArt community. We attempt to accomplish this by daily featuring Literature artists from around the community that deserve the recognition, but are not getting it.
Each day we will feature 10 deviations from the Literature categories in a News Article. In order to support the artists that we feature, we ask that you the news article as well as check out the individual pieces. We understand that each day you may not be able to check out each and every one of the pieces, everyone has their own things going on. We just ask that you make an attempt to help support the growing Literature community.
Please FULL VIEW all these amazing pieces of ART. Visit the artists pages and give them a :+fav and your support. Thank you for taking the time........
When it comes to community spirit, `Rushy is a shining example. From participating in devmeets, to providing positive encouragement to other artists, `Rushy can always be found demonstrating what it really takes to be a true deviant. It's without any hesitation that we are delighted to award the Deviousness Award for July 2009 to `RushyRead More
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© Sandrine H. Lynx
Thank you so much!
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Some kind of innocence is
measured out in years
You don't know what it's like
to listen to you fears
...If you're lonely, you can talk to me
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Some kind of innocence is
measured out in years
You don't know what it's like
to listen to you fears
...If you're lonely, you can talk to me
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Some kind of innocence is
measured out in years
You don't know what it's like
to listen to you fears
...If you're lonely, you can talk to me
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This is a must see!
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And you wanna keep me?
Poison Wonderland+}}[link]
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Sparo al cielo che non mi dà mai risposta
come fosse un bambino che s'annoia
Sparo a quel telefono lì che squilla da sempre sempre
Sparo alla tv che non ci ha più da dire niente
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