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[20 Aug 2008|12:58pm] |
The brunette waitress ankles swollen balances a teacup on her head
Propaganda
It breaks her tomb of a heart but meets the amber glow of a new day
A Mantra
She's blue once blue always blue
Propagate
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[20 Aug 2008|09:21am] |
"I'm on the phone my cell" he said as if to clarify everything at a time when we were moving toward something some bright, unintelligible, whatever in my mind he was on the other line and in my mind and he was on the other line.
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