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These stars like your body explicitin this space I...
I would translate myself,my cantilevered heartmeta...
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The tall candle becomes the short candle.If the ca...
Sometimes I yet pretend to find myself hereas thou...
My heart a cupboard of many drawers,fragments of s...
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November 26, 2007
Sometimes I yet pretend to find myself here
as though there were a purpose in meaning.
1 comment:
Janice Thomson
said...
Yes... I can relate to that.
10:57 AM
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