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Monday, March 7, 2011
No fault saving
Help was on the way
you reached out your hand
this is why I bleed
I can't understand
to be the lie
the lock in the vault
it's all there and
and no one was at fault
sleep l
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Profoundly sick (Don't read)
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I am poetry!!
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Just a tear
My muse is a dancer
clown head
I like yoga (kind of)
I've got to get the podcast going
Her voice (truth) - poem
WTF interview with Carolla almost inspires me
Hey dead man live
My pinky toe
My muses are coming
Head please calm down
Pirating the seas of my inner mind
System's down, run like hell
Like father like son
Dead man's mission
Has this happened before?
ramblings of the sacred
Wisdom is old
Hell's ocean to heaven
Gone fun
No fault saving
It fits
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Dead rose alive
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