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| xipe totec | dimmer perspective in her absence | 010204 |
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| the poet who didnt know it |
you never said hi: i cry. you never said good-bye: i cry. you made me cry: you meanie-pie! |
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| god | yer so anal about yer croutons since the accident | 011223 |
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| Keys | I love Francesca. I love her when she's drunk (I'd never turn on you), and I love her when she fucks (never in the gray area). Since I only met her here, in only two blathers, in only seventy-eight words, it doesn't matter much I suppose... | 030406 |