Rewind

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By andimulder

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

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May 30, 2007 21:26Angel of Music

this is really interesting... good job