Thursday, October 11, 2012

colonel colon

I can never quite consider a city mine until my feet have thoroughly kissed its streets

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you know what they say - aim for the moon, die a frigid death in space

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Being at this age, I too get chances to see my boyfriends of old times, some of whom've turned into such nightmares!   Well, they probably say the same about me. But I really do see those decayed men often, and how I wish not to

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with gossamer sorrow, the word left his lips. "Excelsior," breathed he, and said no more

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