pris[on]m, by 
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i wonder if my mind even exists anymore i feel like a mirror fills the vacancy once occupied by an exquisite door rays of opalescent light blocked by an obsolescent need [clearly: not finished]xx |
| Posted: 2006-05-01 01:06:02 UTC |
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| 2006-05-09 23:23:29 | Faith |
| It needs more, but what you have is very good. | |