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May 03, 2007 01:07

I haven't written since last semester. I don't know if I like it but maybe I'll edit it later.

We write, perform, paint, sing out
And raise our black nail-polished fists in rage.

We gather in cleverly named coffee houses ,

Trading stories and words of advice.

But who will be there,

When I’m walking home alone,

Clinging to the orange streetlight for ( Read more... )

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alwayspuft11 May 3 2007, 21:00:41 UTC
*Applause*

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alwayspuft11 May 3 2007, 21:03:47 UTC
*or perhaps snapping thumbs?*

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toomuchgin May 3 2007, 22:57:05 UTC
lol thanks sunshine

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