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By distant moon Date: 2008 Jun 09 Comment on this Work [[2008.06.09.01.18.29370]] |
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A rift, a schism, a tear in the fabric of this pauper prison, or dwelling, shelter, all helter-skelter, shake me free, my plea, I've never quite made good decisions. Opinions, are all that I have, while selfish by nature, my 32 flavors still utterly bland, by all first hand accounts, shouts, heard from the rear, I'll check the mirror while you take a picture of this. |