Breath

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By Sandwich Massacre •

i am a figment in everyone's own echo i am a warm place inside a dream my own distance set within me breathing not this air breathing these desires will my way through life despite the many disappointments i shall not breathe someday 2003

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October 27, 2005 22:39waterlily

italian figs come to mind right about now...i hate that word echo ! warmth inside a dream?hmfm?yes i can tell you wood set your own distance within yourself and within your courtly game of love

October 28, 2005 23:31Sandwich Massacre

courtly game of love? did you give up on moksha? i'm silly when i'm happy.