im the sickness that gets around: written by G Cooper

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Thursday, November 15, 2007

written by G Cooper

THE CROWS KNOW Its too dark in here. Open the blinds. Fresh air. Nobody home. We’re both here. Smell the food. See what’s on T.V. The sun. The moon. People in the park. The laughter. The cries. The pain. The fights. The games. The reading. The passion. The dusk. The dawn. The tears. The smiles. The... Sign in to see full entry.

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