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mental fat(igu)e by Howard F Farewell when the wires twist and break tangling emotion to unladen windwhispers
the night looks too much like day and my eyes ache in this midnight sun
at twenty one hours everything rides on a wing and a prayer words like cyanide under my tounge
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g 09/13/2004 Author's Note: now read drink up babydol by rebecca kinser
Posted on 09/13/2004 Copyright © 2026 Howard F Farewell
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