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[poem from '03]

the death of a snailthe bent in your back ( Read more... )

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the first breakyou see. these few days have seriously been one of those pockets of flavours you chew into when you don't stir your mee goreng well enough. but these pockets are just the things that carry you from one bland strand to another, till you hit the next high again. but the now. the now tastes like how the future should, sweet beyond ( Read more... )