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1:59 a.m. - 2004-02-15
if you're lonely you can talk to me
near the top of a tall tower, wishing i could lean out the window and feel the wind of this sultry not-yet-snowy town. i am told that i am not being presumptuous by remaining here, and that i should be typing on a keyboard made of many lipsticks. but everything tonight sounds like shadows made of silky ass skin.... okay.
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