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astride the pale horse into the devasted inner sanctum of the mind-less city she was there in the barest cloak of filthy rags and clinging children she said   "25 cents if you want me here, 50 cents for there and a dollar for  the primal opening" she smiled...her broken teeth glistening obscurely in the obsenity -- we ----- the one eyed one legged child crawled on and into the alley begging the garbage cans to yield him some food the refuse was swirling around the feet of all the refugees the pale horse moved on the rider had no choice but to go along ---- we have no choice ----- astride the pale horse we move along
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Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 9:52 AM UTC
the pale horse
astride the pale horse into the devasted inner sanctum of the mind-less city she was there in the barest cloak of filthy rags and clinging children she said   "25 cents if you want me here, 50 cents for there and a dollar for  the primal opening" she smiled...her broken teeth glistening obscurely in the obsenity -- we ----- the one eyed one legged child crawled on and into the alley begging the garbage cans to yield him some food the refuse was swirling around the feet of all the refugees the pale horse moved on the rider had no choice but to go along ---- we have no choice ----- astride the pale horse we move along
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jeffrey-robin
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 9:52 AM UTC
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