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tanka(1) (Other) by shadows We spoke last night and
I could feel the hate in her
voice. The howling wind
bangs on the door but I don't
hear it. I'm playing music.
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Continuations - And what of the satellite?
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"and he was staring at her the entire time..."
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Posted: April 8, 2005 4:16 PM PDT; Last modified: April 8, 2005 4:16 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.9205313 Overall Rank: 9527 Comments:
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impert&ent @ 80.195.201.212
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20-Aug-05/12:19 PM
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I like bits of this a lot, but overall it's a bit too matter-of-fact. Takes away some of the metaphors that might be brewing.
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