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Close your eyes to corral a virtue,
Is this fooling anyone else?
Never worked so long and hard,
To cement a failure,

We can blow on our thumbs and posture,
But the lonely is such delicate things,
The wind from a wasp could blow them,
Into the sea,
With stones on their feet,
Lost to the light and the loving we need,

Still to come,
The worst part and you know it,
There is a numbness,
In your heart and it's growing

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03.sep.2009 kl.17:18

Oi, var det din muffin som lå på skolen i dag? Jeg var såååå nære å ta den, men jeg turte ikke ;)

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