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2001-12-18 : 11:41 p.m.

It never can be simple.

Descartes.

Today is Tuesday.

I really need to practice.

Some people.

follow fast like the wind, limbs are trembling wings, although flight makes you beautiful, would you wait for me...

burning fields i'm fire, what can i say, what can i do, you seem so restless, i'm after you

(sigh)

Sad.



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