I'm The Narrator, Yet This Story Sounds Old and Boring

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By Tim Pozzi

keep me in this... hold let me salivate and wait in disbelief of this sudden intrusive truth would it be? formally accepted if anything at all was delayed, dismayed and dismantled. something quivers, you're still pulling... all those splinters out but they sting.

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October 9, 2007 11:08jess

wot the fuk?!