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I can hear my ears
Join Date: Oct 2003
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To feel the wind coming from miles away bitter and breathing like God and robbing the things i had wanted to say this feeling is nothing but odd Stuttering, reeling, I struggle to protest, To save myself with eloquent pleas The gelid wind swirls up and steals words from my chest Their unuttered souls float away on the breeze Squalls and flames and email have failed to quell his existentialist droning; 'pon fruits and horses and children he dwells, with the wife that he's not boning. among august pontifications, my mind often feels adrift amidst these strange logicians, fallacies undone this thread is a good idea, yet very robert smith i fought desires to copy/paste, am i the only one?
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