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maybe it doesn't mean a damn that I love you and it's free. like air. but I do and that is pushing me ever farther away into a sea of self..

so far from myself in a world of running time and the click click click there are no quiet times in my mind to see what the wind brings easily dow..

Stop the clock turn the damn thing back color is hurting my head I crave black and white lull me into romance unbelievable horror total unadulte..

the stars and I love you we dream of you at night andwish you only goodness and light. Whoever creates loves. Destructionis man-made and heavy..

Once reached the shore is twice removed the sand feels coarser and the water less fluid. I have been where theswells overwhelmed me when even the s..

The styles a poor woman wears

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