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[22 Dec 2005|04:43pm] |
certainty of death exists not in thoughts, but in blood on the carpet
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[11 Sep 2005|09:14pm] |
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The buildings fell down when the planes smashed into them. It's 9/11.
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[05 Jul 2005|12:38pm] |
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crushed |
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High crimes of passion Police tape decoration the belly of lust
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[31 Mar 2005|11:48pm] |
into your blue dress and a chapter of memoir sometimes flourishes
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[18 Feb 2005|09:16pm] |
i hear and i feel the rhythm of my stone heart; i hate but i love
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