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"You are a fine noise, I must take care for you. My heart my head on the ground. To speak of such things as the sound of your wings, I have not the breath...You stand in my circle, the circle of my center here."
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Nothing is real.
Miss Revolution, 8 February 2010 - 9:47pm
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