Dear Vic?, by Loneliness is condescending
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recall the willow submerged in a dark forest its leaves and vines swirl onward you speak in riddles phantom of red what am i searching for? |
| Posted: 2005-10-14 21:47:33 UTC |
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| 2006-10-06 05:15:10 | lost the lonely dead |
| i have no idea but i think maybe this could be built upon it seems like a start without an end, a good start with promise though | |