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Dear Diary Topics:
Poetry
Letters To _____
Touch My Sleep World
My Fairly Lucid Life
Strange Little Stories
August 14, 2008
Born Again
in the cold-blooded mist
at the heart of the sycamore soiree
i burn my match of aggravation
and bury my stillborn days
this is the end
this is where i disrobe.
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