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[Dec. 27th, 2010|08:02 pm] |
[Ashes, ashes, pocket full of posies, snapshots of a life in nightmares;
He opens his dream-eyes wide, swallows his first clean breath beyond the dream-walls;
So the fragments bind, the reel flies anew, and he must return to the beginning (to there begin again).] |
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