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sick is no fun
((worms are the words but joy's voice
down shall go which and up come who
breasts will be breasts thighs will be thighs
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
-time is a tree(this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough
Wednesday, Oct. 29, 2003
9:48 a.m.
ebb ~ flow
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