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There’s a wind moving through the forest howling the distance of destiny
shrouding tender and raw under her shriek
until we are suddenly
face to face
have I not hungered for you before?
There’s a wind moving through the forest howling the distance of destiny
shrouding tender and raw under her shriek
until we are suddenly
face to face
have I not hungered for you before?
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Good stuff. I love the first line. This is Kate under another new identity. Heheh. It seems that every time you post, I change my name.
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Holy shit. 700? Damned steroids.
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Okay, I’ll take Swedish. Yay! Soon, I’ll be able to make their meatballs!
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Guess what? I have ANOTHER new identity! When will I ever find myself?
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I find myself starving for you quite often lately.
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You most definitely should. In fact, just the other day I was longing for our occasional fraternising on MySpace, full of chocolate hearts and hitchhiking across the galaxy. tanzen_macht_frei@hotmail.com Creative, nicht wahr? If ever you’re drunk/bored/high/need someone to talk to.
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I find myself starving for you quite often lately. Sam said what I’m too shy to say. Double-you tee eff?
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Being telescopic sounds good. Growing and getting out sounds even better. How’s life? Anything interesting happening?
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