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Red rain.
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Death touched her lipsas she kissed her lover good-bye.
:01:15
She tried not to touch his skin...
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knowing the coldnesswould chill her.
:01:20
As it was...
:01:22
she still hadn't cried...
:01:25
nor had she decidedwho was in the better position.
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The end.
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I wrote that.
:01:33
I'm a fucking poet.
:01:36
When i'm not writing poems...
:01:38
i'm writing eulogies.
:01:40
Mine.
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- Yeah? Oh, yeah?- Yeah! Yeah!
:02:32
- Take it easy, fellas.- My mother...
:02:34
a shirley partridge wanna-be...
:02:37
would like for meto go to dental school.
:02:40
I can't imagine spending every daydealing with other people's spit.
:02:44
Somehow, i just don't thinki'm the type.
:02:54
I think it's just horrible...
:02:57
the amount of confusionand angst...
:02:59
that we teenage girls have to endureregarding our apparel.
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