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Rain fell hungrily on a bed of squandered time. So I dipped into the daydream-drawer to dig for mint paint, to roll raw along the wall. Staining another day. His moon was a kite-fish that bludgeoned the metaphor for Friday....
Sun, June 19, 2005 - 6:36 PM
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