novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sand when i was little i had teeth for eyes and my mom collected sea glass in an old brandy bottle. can you see up from the murky monolithic maternal manatee? miss marple slapped my english muffin face i have a second degree burn in the shape of five fingertips. old brandy bottled my mellow, my orthodontia of the liver. we all have white teeth in sand. 12:36 am - 02.28.06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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