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| down for repairs
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| you down
| | where you counting on me not to to catch the whispers you where mumbling into the breeze... | | Words: | 150 | | Comments: | 1 | | Status: | Public |
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| | a well oiled... | | Creative Non-Fiction | | Updated: | 16-10-07 |
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| tasting splinters
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| | In this city's cartoon backdrop, buildings frown upon their ignored character.... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 07-09-07 |
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| map less
| | you begin to grow old... | | Words: | 77 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Public |
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| rising
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