Monday, 05 November 2007

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  Nodlow sour Thankless,
  I let go of our Despised.
                              We are the despised.
         And we just pass on by
                                             unsure.
  Sam's chin dips. He even slims and
  next to me waggles for me. We're unaccompanied
  even if something allready moves alongside US.
                                                        Still. Stalking.
  ―Do you feel that there's?
  ―Yes, but it's okay. I.
            Except it's not. Feer around US. Allovers
  I can't shudder off even with shivers. Though
  Sam's not concerned. Unscathed & Steady.
  Relaxed & Smooth. We'll never pull over
  anymore until at a roundabout we do.

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