2005-11-03. String on a finger
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I think too much on't. I forget the deep evils. I forget who I am and what is the gossamer neccesity of me. That dark place calls and threatens to upset the beauty that has been waiting.
I am a precious jewel - unlike any other. I know without arrogance how special I am.
| the
distance i've gone | where
it stands | make
a claim | just
me | i recommend
| typealice | host
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me out of here |