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By kevin urenda Date: 2003 Feb 09 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.09.18.34.4854]] |
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tomorrow always tasted fantastic in the dreams we invented for ourselves beyond all hope out of the reach of reason and it didn't take much more than a pinch of reality to sour the taste on our tongues even the possibility of a kiss the shape of such an ill-timed fantasy would be ruined within that desperate infinity of a forever without 1/5/03 |