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living room (Other) by elmundo

three floors up notion divine breathing shallow , not yet dead. solitary child football companion, a moment in time. burning down the house, why think this. sunday what a day.keyboard nightmare limitation, drowned in wine, no hope with this.salsa master closed on desert linen, merchants caravan towering pass, draped on couches' back. one is joined, all is air, all is air...no more thoughts.

anonymous 19-May-02/10:51 AM
well you know what to do..

will this be reborn with brighter wings???




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