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Rewind. 

He’s sitting at the table, 
trifling through the tides of his mind. 
They’re like his coffee; black and cliché. 
He picks up a spoon and begins to stir with such
Posted: 2009-02-22 04:02:20 UTC
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2007-05-30 21:26:05Angel of Music
this is really interesting... good job