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By scqueen Date: 2001 Oct 24 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.24.20.12.3661]] |
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I'm skimming through the thick and murky, I will not fight against the swamp. The green is sticking to my skin making me tougher than the damselfly that circles the weighted bog, the turtled log, the ghostly fog that is forming this October morn. I am scorned for imperfections that only I can understand but you cannot love. |