Saturday, September 04, 2004

instead of something travelling the bliss of over roads again, instead of natural marsh across from your eyes, instead of taking parts of things away, the caustic and slope field meaning lost a way, it doesn't shift after half the time but poses probably while the facts entail, such a stiff enforecement of logic as a means to relent, coast is clear, the children rescued or killed to perfection, a privacy allowed us together in the eyes along the way...

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