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the act of analyzing a complex notion into
a simpler one.
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for electra
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Everything we do now cozies up to spring;there is something so mortal about youso possible, conceivable. There's no shamein me asking the undertaker f..
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I played with army men up until my sixteenth birthday. I know,It's unrealistic to believea sorcerer's spellmade their plastic armscome alive in a real..
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I tried to half myselfthe same way cancer half's you;one day the story is so clearthen they take your bloodand someone walks in your roomwith an anthe..
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for joanne,
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The white moon, even thru the pollutantis efflorescence the first time.The second time it's inapplicably smallto nettle the suitor, snug in their draw..
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Father. The further I get from your passingthe less I can recall your gesture with cigarette battling your middle finger from an oldwar.That good laug..
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every man has a feminine side. mine chooses atingle,importunate allusion. my red udder, diminished,flew off like the eye of a rag doll.the girl I choo..
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I still visit Sanburg sitting among the shriveled souls, justto hear again him post his unveiled messages of loss,his informal suggestions of the outd..
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