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| the cross | the best...but no one types? | 001001 |
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| guitar_freak |
Once I learned how to sail The little sailboats With just enough room for two Flying through the summer breeze Getting water splashed into your face Laughing together at how simple of a pleasure sailing really is Then a strong gust, That came from the east, Made our boat fly end over end We found our selves in the choppy sea Laughing harder than before... |
001111 |
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| trazlo |
sitting on the shore wondering why All these ships following those before them, sailing over the edge to prove something, what they know not. Façades, made of old newspaper and childhood dreams Ugly attempts to reach back in time to innocence |
010406 |
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| god | buckets of potato paste. large green scaly patches of disembodied skin float by in the thickly gathered darkness. a million tiny digitized voices croak in a low resolution whisper to the crevices filled with spiders all around. | 020617 |