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By distant moon Date: 2007 Aug 31 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.31.23.56.4204]] |
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If I could hand this over to you, my dearest, I would do my best for you. But in the darkest places, ruins, I've got nothing left to hide. I'm a stale and bitter, fraudulent, beast of decaying moral value. I'm an open book with only seven pages, half blank and then just pictures of you. |