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[17 Sep 2009|04:18am] |
 the time we have, the task at hand, the love it takes to become a man. the dust at dawn is reigned upon, attaches itself to everyone. no one is spared. no one is clean. it travels places you have never been or seen before. the night starts here, the night starts here. forget your name, forget your fear. you drop a coin into the sea and shout out "please come back to me."
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