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click1 Member
since 2003-03-25
Posts 152usa |
She looks at me with both eyes, pupils blown, "who are you to me?" Who am I? Pushed too hard, wide open, on the throtle, Cassey Jones, indeed. Lost your grip? open spaces, wind past her ears.. who am I? just the one, that asks, "who do you love?" not me, I see. Click |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
Powerful expression here, click1. I can relate. CB 8) "Who knows if to live is to be dead, and to be dead, to live? And we really, it may be, are dead; in fact I once heard sages say that we are now dead, |
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