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I'll see you around Feeling: "maybe it means nothing, but I'm afraid to move." "It's so beautiful here," she says, "this moment now. And I know I don't want this. In the terminal she sleeps on my shoulder, Maybe it means nothing but I'm afraid to move. And the words: they're everything and nothing. Oh words like rain, how sweet the sound. Recessional, by Vienna Teng Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |