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nonlucid	everyone has names that resonate more sharply than others with them, hearing the name and flinch with all the emotional baggage that it carries, the pain perhaps, the name, the label, that would mean nothing to anyone else - the word that's a world in itself, maybe just a few letters, holding such power - looking under blathed names and seeing the stories pulled forth from memory, stories that are the world	040718
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puredream	Cat Power Names...	040728
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puredream	His name was Perry He had a learning difficulty His father was a very mean man His father burned his skin His father sent him to his death He was ten years old He was ten years old He was ten years old Her name was Naomi Beautiful round face, so ashamed Told me how to please a man After school in the back of a bus She was doing it every day She was eleven years old She was eleven years old She was eleven years old Her name was Sheryl Black hair, like an electric space She would pretty paint my face She was a very good friend Her father would come to her in the night She was twelve years old She was twelve years old She was twelve years old His name was Donovan He was a very good friend The cards were stacked against him He was selling cocaine The last time I saw him He was thirteen years old He was thirteen years old He was thirteen years old His name was Charles He said he was in love with me We were both fourteen Then I had to move away Then he begin to smoke crack Then he had to sell ass I don't know where he is I don't know where they are	040728

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