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Without my Glasses (Free verse) by Niphredil

dark shadows, and streaks of white intertwined within; the peering streetlight reaches curiously through the window-shade, leaving little fingerprints.

ALChemy 3-Oct-05/7:44 PM
Just for possible future use (you never know) and I hope you don't take offense but how does a heart of America boy keep himself from having his head sawed off by psychotic Islamic fundaMENTALists with rusty hunting knives in the heart of beelzebub's shit heap.

I could be wrong about the beelzebub's shit heap part. If I am I appologize. I might have been thinking of West Virginia at the time.




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