'The world is like an oil press: Under pressure' -St. Augustine
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Thursday, April 07, 2005
David
You patiently stared at my odes You didn't understand though Patiently you tolerated my words Reverie of my endless graves As if tomorrow All this were to change Thus, you vowed You owed In your silence You craved, you stumbled
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