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May 31, 2005 00:07

Now we grieve because now is gone. Faster, faster, faster, faster. Quick! Run! It's slipping away....it's just barely out of grasp...it's almost touching your fingertips.......and it's vanished. A taste without tasting. To think I would have held on and never let go if ever captured it's embrace.

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concrete_stain June 2 2005, 04:29:40 UTC
Sounds like Gatsby.

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swaft June 2 2005, 06:22:53 UTC
I wish I read that book.

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zapamy July 1 2005, 20:27:08 UTC
That book hurts.

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