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February 17, 2007
we should not have read the fine print!
there were things inscribed on the bones in our backs that made us to stand upright; there were secrets burnt into the lattices of our eyes, things we have seen that were not for repeating.
these tales don't make fine stories, there's a reason they die with their keepers.
who was i to open that book..
to drink from that cup, and know your taste-
i have stepped on every crack in the sidewalk,
i have broken many backs.
i am a danger to you and everyone around me.
you will do well to forget the day i was born.