angel_bob
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2006 20 June :: 9.20am
But now we must pack up every piece of the life we used to love.
Leave me alone.
For you know this isn't the first time.
In fact this is twice in a row that the angels have slipped through our landslide and filled up our garden with snow.
And I don't wish to taste of your insides or to call out your name through my phone for the glory boys at your bedside will love you as long as you're something to own.
waiting to grow
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