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Come on across to the Internet..........
Midnight and @who
the thousand pricks of her nails.......divulged only Mary. incessantly raising her hand......................I had entered the system under the login of a long departed guest because I have never been there.....whose password still resided in my memory. merged with the screen for days.................... brown grass on the hills... The inquiry from Mary was not unexpected. burning, burning, burning.....At that hour, she too would run @who ancient struggles..... ....."Who are you guest2?" sleep...............................scrolled across my screen accompanied by a chat request. background noise..........."Who are you?" low flying planes.............I did not respond. his coat shimmering in the moonlight..... the smell of green grass... still trapped in the rocks......................... black icy streets........................ stalking an intruder............................ making things.................... blue shirt....................... making love...................... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... never know why............... nausea.............................. footprints.......................... unwashed windows........... a dark corner.................... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................
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