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Thursday, June 12th, 2008
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11:25p
# 1
She had been dreaming. She let the night speak of fears and tranquilly however, the fire had come too near and the dream was wakened with a cry
-JG
# 2
All will remain this lovely and sweet. romantic boxes puzzle her sweet kiss. gentlemen loved her inner most kiss. He never knew about the picture in her white kept sprout. She drew guesses. Then, it was doubtful they would be proud of her. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked as if he had cut off five moving men. Of course he was the uneasy child.
Lovely Liza was the gayest, wildly, simpler child until she was asleep in unproper places. See her on her knees sweet as evil folded up prettier for you. See a map, draw a map, zigzags with splashes of colour. lonely gnomes, princes and decay with a hooked nose. murders, chocolate and rather confusing flamingoes turned upside down.
Parents have a magic for adventure but by day you could not understand the most perplexing minds.
cocky pet?
fairies were part of time and grown ups assured words "it is non sense". it would blow over and be troubled, for their dead revolution smiled. It is naughty. she came on her bed and knew love is not true. could it be a dream?
im fucking sweet...just remember that.......
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