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Nov 30, 2006 19:04

a web of complicated verbiage full of vain sans stolid vastness

thinking purple mud!

if i can so easily recant today what i so passionately believed two days before the morrow, did ever that passion exist in purity; in white light illuminated? or merely as a lie out the lips,when the tongue against the cheek combine with voice to create speech.
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