Red Rot

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thoughts i drowned in the james

there is something likeable in knowing you, a connection!, because we've experienced something that only we two can ever know, we two and our friends from back home, whatever you call home. those kids by the fence, those kids on the porch, from the show, from my neighborhood, from the fan, from south side, from oregon hill, from one time and place and happening, even if it didnt happen at the same time.

2:10 a.m. - 2006-12-07

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