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23 January 2009
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- Never Be Vulnerable Again
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- These Stars are Too Heavy
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1 comment:
march 2007
How can you tell, you know?
Of all people, I really can never.
Did you hear of all the piano piano wire
that get all over the spring?
The melting face of the grandfatherclock
beckons to sew up the breeze.
Terrible terrible terrible names.
I do not know, I do not recall
I really will never know.
Messy Messy Messy Messy
Turn and fly supine
This day
O' this day!
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