Jun 15, 2009 02:14
Lens in one hand, the other holding simpletons' tunes that sing If you break me, I do not stop working; if you touch me, I may be snared; if you lose me, nothing will matter, the deprived shall be hungry nevermore.
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And I don't say things like that lightly.
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You're like the light at the end of the tunnel, refreshing, but oh-so-desirable.
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Will you be okay?
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