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[droolie]

Out of little girls, monsters may grow,
They destroy life's work and no one will know.
Bring in the pheonix to destroy the lies;
The reflection shows perfect, the x-rays are fine.

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A Clear Midnight

[haphazard]

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.

-- Walt Whitman

Miss you.

[aortica]

Did i ever tell you that i peek through your window and pray to god that you will drool in your sleep...i hope you like your birthday present

Alan