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Not much of a life, a slap of an existence even for a wee matter born of he and she in a desolation; a peace of a kind. From the book of pain.
posted by Taren at 1:16 am
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Not much of a life, a slap of an existence even for a wee matter born of he and she in a desolation; a peace of a kind. From the book of pain.
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- Catharsis
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- Some points of seperation
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- Dis-orientation
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