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By Divian Submitted by koblo Date: 2003 Jun 20 Comment on this Work [[2003.06.20.20.16.10386]] |
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Is there ever any doubt in the meaning of all the insane congestion of bellowing feelings conjured in the darkest recesses of one's elusive mind, only to be wrenched frm the tendons tt bind the fragile heart tightly When ever so lightly comes the feindish yet gentle caressing breeze of freedom? |