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By TaintedOne Date: 2002 Nov 04 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.04.12.00.23831]] |
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you don't know me my past is like a dream you never had and never will to treat me like a sculpture made of windblown glass breakable untouchable makes me laugh i am closer to sandpaper rough and tumble sanding through guys and lies alike you touch me like i matter |