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I LIE TO YOU ABOUT TWICE A DAY

7.14.2009

Poetry is what...makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own.

--Dylan Thomas

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LABELS: i am not a painter, verses on versus

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