October 2011
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you are a house around which i am a wind-
your walls will not reckon how strangely my life is curved since the best [s]he can do is to peer through windows,unobserved
… if this wind who i am prowls carefully around this house of you love being such,or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark
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[She is]…the devil… She was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth, for there is no truth in her. When she lies, she speaks her native language, for She is a liar and the [mother] of lies.
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8:20, THE MORNING AFTER, AND ITS BACK TO BAD...
NOTHING EVER CHANGES. THIS (YOU) WILL NEVER CHANGE.