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Apr 11, 2006 01:23

morning wake wake, the flower had a child, it was proclaimed my dad.but the bee's were wrong because what was born was already dead.falling to my knees, as they laundered my sheets, and i'd say out of breath, something i'd dread ( Read more... )

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cellfishh April 11 2006, 14:56:18 UTC
i miss you. we need to hang out.

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