Very good composition,the tones are great too.Love it!:-)
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20-Nov-2006 19:21
An infant teething.As bone chisels, parting verdant flesh.To gnash and wear in return against the elemental.To drink the storms of ten thousand thousand years.And not be filled.To eat innumerable generations that melt between the jaws.Without a trace of satiation.To rise monumental above mortality.
