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Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Meanwhile, slums and blighted areas in the centers of cities rot.
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I think you're really cute. Sorry, what was that?
I think you're a tad late with your apology.
Meanwhile, slums and blighted areas in the centers...
Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.
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Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreamin...
Anxiety had me up early... but I watched the sun l...
The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.
I can never love again knowing love and pain go ha...
I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving.
(These are my disclaimers, I use them often.)
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But, oh my love, though our bodies may be parted, ...
Sometimes, when we were talking, I would stop, and...
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