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Smoke fills what would be the sudden and loneliness of a cold walk home and clouds out the why hasn�t she called?s. It is all about the first drag. The grateful inhalation. I fill my lungs as if to occupy my mind. I fill my lungs to obscure my heart. If I cannot hear it beating I cannot mind the silence of the lonely and suddeness of the cold walk home. . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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