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By distant moon Date: 2001 Nov 13 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.13.01.26.7842]] |
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I'm out cold. You decided too quickly how you felt. The I here would be me. Ran through as knives, shattering spinal injured, bone fracturing figments of self absorbed imagination. Shiver, I shiver. Hold back the tears. Scrape the bottom of barrels, still reminiscent of success. But reeking of foreshadowed failure. No further questions, your honor. |