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i have long envied the writers of myth and dreamed of living in ancient times so my words would shape our most primal memories

Sunday, February 26, 2006

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i prophesy to sticks and stones and walls because it does not hurt when they turn me away.
when the dead cry out against me, i defend nothing because i have no name
but the faceless lost remember, and know i am still the same.
Posted by audi at 11:58:00 PM

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