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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

gore's my harbinger, pardon the art of war.


she doesn't beckon
and i don't come
cause pursuit
is a loaded gun
and desire...
she is known
for being trigger happy.
Posted by Melinda at 2:04 PM

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