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one more night in a row of thousands i'm up again with nothing but hands shaking, mind frantic, writing my autobiography until i completely run out of words. how do i say these things. how do i go ba...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 14:51:00 GMT |
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they fell holding hands but the wind pushed their fingers apart, and all you could hear from the first floor to the seventh was the sound of flapping clothes and rushing weight. it was orchestrated gr...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Jan 2007 01:55:00 GMT |
