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I'm so Hungry
Sauni :)Have you ever known the color grey when the nighttime finds you weakI have, I've walked that road each time; that's where my angel sleeps
S Arthur. . . Hills jump with brooks.trees tumble out of twigs and sticks; e e cummings
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