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The history of the map For ages we have journeyed Agnes, and for what? To turn brown and lined like the thing we follow? Don’t cry Agnes. It was- I was- **** it, Agnes! Let me speak, as we once did, of parts unseen Experiences not shared Yet then shared in the telling Then bounded Only to find That together it was a read over Having nothing to express Together. Together we are now. that’s what we asked. The joys in the parting? What use is for one a wallowing, then? Here take the map Agnes. Let’s- Yes, it was good, wasn’t it?
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Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 4:45 AM UTC
The History of the Map
The history of the map For ages we have journeyed Agnes, and for what? To turn brown and lined like the thing we follow? Don’t cry Agnes. It was- I was- **** it, Agnes! Let me speak, as we once did, of parts unseen Experiences not shared Yet then shared in the telling Then bounded Only to find That together it was a read over Having nothing to express Together. Together we are now. that’s what we asked. The joys in the parting? What use is for one a wallowing, then? Here take the map Agnes. Let’s- Yes, it was good, wasn’t it?
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Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 4:45 AM UTC
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