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i need a title (Sonnet) by That One

By the old barn where we used to play where we would come to just such harm im not missing you anyway we lived the kind of lifestyle they could've made a realtiey show your green face sullen while your body was buried in the snow the moment the knife dropped, your heart halt another camera for the show propped, not my fault.

horus8 11-Feb-04/10:51 PM
A title's the least of your worries, I'm afraid.




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