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Post by GDelmarRatliff on Oct 10, 2004 15:37:05 GMT -5
The National Melt-Aways
want more, waste free, the features all call out to heroic scars now burning pain free, almost glean with notions and no disrupts.
this type of cliental excepts the subscriptions who pour themselves and drooling that never stops—<br>i am here, i am free, soft, acrobatic.
blue now with the face that runs under hand, foot and the magna-ruining scared sacred; steal bubbling with the realization of melt-downs.
i place my cusp beneath. the greys all disappear, black and white into the stones and lids and to say i suspected for so long—<br> intuition is a terrible thing to waste, the inhibition still goes ever suspicious. these are the things people owed to freedom, life, to the melt-aways.
G Delmar Ratliff
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