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2002:May:19
"Everyone looks naked when you know the world's address/ the world's address/ a place that's warm/ a sad poem that reflects a sadder mess." I miss you gentle reader. We must talk soon. I had the most eXcellent time last night. I will tell you tommorow after I have recovered a bit more. So, do not judge for now, but wait, wait, oh the tales I have for you from the corners of my mind. Love, Me.
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