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| salamander |
corners of my reality tremble and tingle around her, the whole world disappears. perfection occurs if i feel ill, it becomes physically better. i cound achieve immorality a fire of life like a beacon in a storm |
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| stacey | hold me now, im six feet from the edge and im thinkin, maybe six feet aint so far down | 020630 |
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| Death of a Rose | should be filleted, blurred, a panacea for sharks | 031017 |