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jane
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CJ
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its easyer to tell someone something they don't want to hear when you aren't looking at them or they arn't looking at you
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myplasticmind
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i cover him in blood and darkness, and he slowy sings the right words to say.
truth?
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Kate
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"And the man with the golden gun thinks he knows so much, thinks he knows so much."
Tori Amos
I talk to your photographs in my backyard, under the trees. I run my feet through the grass and touch your ink and imagine you breathing over my shoulder. Perhaps I miss you more than ever.
"And I lie again."
Tori Amos
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me
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hey is tori amos that girl from "bring it on"? she is sexy as hell
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me
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hey is tori amos that girl from "bring it on"? she is sexy as hell
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blah
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that would be kirsten dunst ... tori amos is a singer
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jane
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why are people talking about tori_amos?
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jane
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nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner
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cam
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whether this is from zelda, i don't know; however, this might not be heard from anyone because it's 2004. yet, if it is i like tuna?
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sirflaccid
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He'll feel hidden and safe. But not out of sight.
He can speak open and free without anyone knowing who to judge.
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stork daddy
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to even describe anything i do as a sin seems a delusion of grandeur.
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Ptolomasked
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Ah, masks. Part of why we love this site so. Masked identities, masked words, masked meanings. Hooray!
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nom
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anyone else see smack?
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p l dunbar (1872-1906)
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We wear the mask
WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
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what's it to you?
who
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