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November 9, 2007
Over the trees line lies a world we donít know it waits for us until we are drawn to go. A path is made by the deer and the fawn and so we follow like systems we are innately assistants how do we change the flow. I am still waiting and wondering why you donít respond or reply it is only that I still have a need to be met. You wonít get the best of me yet oh but you did... You knew I couldnít handle it the sordid mess we create in love. Recreations from not having enough