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The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

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Wednesday, February 01, 2006

he

is lost somewhere between a tear and a scream. no woman's arms. no fat cat, no shiny trinket can soothe the little lost boy within.
Posted by Capegirl at 1:47 AM

3 comments:

camera shy said...

i am

too much

and not nearly enough

of these

words

9:38 AM
Anonymous said...

strangely i completely understand what you mean.... :)

9:45 AM
camera shy said...

:)

9:32 PM

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