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Sunday, November 23, 2008

Customizing Excellence

Oh Dream Oh, dream, go away in time. Awaking my need with a thirst which stir desire to rising. Shelter wants in my eyes, so that touching becomes the chill as dead. Let loose abandoned into forever the emotions shiver to her touch. Oh, dream, and upon now, rest, that tomorrow may come today. Sign in to see full entry.

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