Sunday Sep 18, 2005

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I am your deviant satellite, an orbit defected by the ballast of words.
you're the reason for collisions.
I am face down like a sailor washed up under your window.
tonight is a shipwreck.
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nikoli20:
looking forward to it kiss
deathsun:
You look familiar. Of course you are a local, so I might have seen you before without actually knowing who the hell you are.


*cough*



And now I dance.

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