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| cr0wl | he buried his best poetry with her when she died, placing the works in her lifeless hands. | 090819 |
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| unhinged | sometimes the urge, the thought, of being so famous my words linger long after i'm dead catches my fancy. | 090821 |
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what's it to you? who go |
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