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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Forever

My words are small.
'Forever' is not
my word. We do until
we don't and no amount
of carpe diem or cogito
can change this.
Flowflowflow,
it's forced.

My words are XXS.
Posted by Anonymous at 9:59 PM

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