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| sabbie |
i write to you say yeah im glad you bought that up it must seem strange that everytime you're over you find yourself an unfamilier participant in a play as old as time. dont worry, you are no more and expert that i just as i am not more an expert than you. [written by someone else, in 1990] |
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| optic discretion | the little voices that drive me insane. | 020520 |
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| Mahayana |
images.sights.sounds.feelings.images of her, dark dank old fortress, crimson dress, of her, loud wooden doors bursting open, of her, long cold hallways lit by candles, searching ... searching ...searching & than & than ..nothing.. but death & silence |
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