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By Sumit Singh •

don't you rise in my bike to reach me on my door don't you make the things happen to conqurer my inner core don't you wash the truth in the walk of rain my meeting in thunder and wet will never make the truth refrain

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October 7, 2005 04:47ill haven

very interesting! i like your use of words, if it is intentional. if it is accidental, then there is work to be done on both my part and yours :)