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November 2005
Topic Started: Nov 11 2005, 12:05 PM (603 Views)
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1313...If I were an ice cream i'd taste of despair...and strawberries. The concillitude of altruisms has ephased the structures being. Forced lines of impact reveal a weakness in the supporting logic.
1314...I is ink on your sloppy wall. Innngridd iiss mmyy branndd new ggunn.
1315...Hark, the owls sing a soft tune. Gentle as the fingers my visceral fate, lumbers like thedead towards a bright star. Fade like mist before the morning sun of a breaking heart. If i lie, i will not stand. An obsidian thorn to cleanse you soul. Amen.
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