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By it dosent matter Date: 2003 Aug 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.01.04.34.17733]] |
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burns.. this what courses within tunnels of molten fire these veins that once could sing cherish all aspects of life... sweetness first to go as sluggish flame begins to slice smoldering from ancient coals fed pon embers of alone and of loneliness it burns so slow blistering soft as it flows |