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Nov 12, 2005 15:52

cloves in the cold, people spilling from the house, bursting on seams, the floor creaking and threatening to bear its load down to the basement. old faces, long since seen and fondly remembered all around. the stars so bright they burn in the black, the places still seen with eyes closed. the people make the place, if not, it would spit us all out ( Read more... )

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deepestbreath November 13 2005, 04:49:57 UTC
ye olde shopwindow.

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munkeesee November 23 2005, 05:51:55 UTC
yee olde starbucks

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shannanegans November 13 2005, 20:54:48 UTC
i like your words

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flametal November 16 2005, 22:04:10 UTC
I have no idea what you're talking about, but I did think "old faces" said "old feces" at first: C+

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