Wednesday, August 15, 2007
The Epiphany Comments
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it's the euphoria of this descent, and i'm running for the touchdown.
but i'm stuck in slow-motion, my boy is cold, drunk, and drugged...
i'm prying for pretend memories, and i'm tied in a line, which makes me the bait...
to be the bait means to be broken.to be broken means to be shallow, but not desperate.
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9/4/2025 5:47:34 AM # 1.0.0
work on your form, the layout of the words. this is excellent.