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[cloud_sorotaku]

She seems dressed in all the rings... of past fatalities
So fragile, yet so devious - she continues to see climatic hands that press her temples and my chest Enter the night that she came home - forever
Oh...
She is everything and more, the solemn hypnotic
My dahlia, bathed in possesion - she is home to me
I get nervous, perverse, when I see

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[frequency_lost]

You just redefined vague, buddy. That's not vague. That's a song. Hehe. Anyways, I'm sorry, since you're obviously not your normally chipper self. I'll try and talk to you, but you know how often that works out. -.-

[cloud_sorotaku]

Maybe we can meet where the buses drop us off in the morning?

[frequency_lost]

I have to go to the Spanish building and get some stuff out of my locker, and then I have to go drop some stuff in Katy Han's locker in the English building, so I dunno. ..;