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Thursday, August 11, 2005


I seperated a poem
(Living in the dying embers, and breathing the last of the oxygen around. Dying in the green grass the oxygen then becomes used.
Life is sucked away as the water rains down, on to my head from a barrel of what is above me. )

Well thats fixed up a little. I will definitley do a new poem soon, but not yet first I want to make one that everyone will not necisarily like but at least see what I see, you understand?

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