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when i think of your feathered neck, it reminds of when i used to be child, sitting in my room, contemplating nothing. Nothing of real importance to you anymore. When did I become so lonely, when did the world become so sad? Only now as an angel I can see you, and because of it I am glad.
» Posted By Mike Fabano On 09.28.2008 @ 10:59 pm