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[17 Nov 2008|12:43am] |
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The sky cracked open
An egg from your mother’s womb
Tucked in under our shirts
And learned the meaning of shame
My wife is dead
I have killed her
In a gust of the wind
Nothing left to be done
I could not go home
So I dropped out of sight
No secret, but I know it can be kept
Deep in Kansas, I have buried my daughters
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[15 Jan 2008|01:02am] |
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i'm scared the whole world will become one long processing code.
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[10 Apr 2007|05:21pm] |
"styska se mi po tobe"
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[26 Jun 1989|01:14am] |
friends only
(only friends!?)
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