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careless enough to forget that i had to be to the doctor by eleven AM, shortness of breath, an airy feeling of consta...
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I can't sleep. The thought of what happens to me when I die won't let me. I've come to the conclusion that ...
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dry clothes i laid out for you on the bed, i could help you get either in or out of them. you took a walk in the fo...
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it's a blue moon, the sun set over a party you weren't and wouldn't ever be invited to. walk down the street kicking ...
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inward towards the great lakes, rock cliffs swelling sickly in formation, towering barely, cowardly. someone graffite...
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As my mind opens to reality, the rain seems to be falling harder than ever. My mother's frightened look when the d...
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Are you awake? I am, in sorts. 6 pack of blue moon, american spirits, ambient music drifting in and out of the ba...
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a wool hat in summertime, you wore it everywhere, hair always wet from sweat dripping down your forehead past your ...
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On Saturdays in most parks, there is an assembly of young fathers with beautiful daughters. And the mystery of it ...
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on 11/01/09 at 09:44 AM
Don't know if I've told you this... But....
I adore your writing.
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on 10/13/09 at 07:03 PM
it just turned out that way. psychology rocks.Silver
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on 10/12/09 at 07:26 PM
absolutely not. :DSilver
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