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[07 Feb 2008|09:45pm] |
the early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. and last night's phrases, sick with lack of basis, are still writhing on my floor. and it doesn't seem fair that your wicked words should work in holding me down. no, it doesn't seem right to take information, given at close range, for the gag, and the bind, and the ammunition round.
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