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Closed Hiding behind uterine walls confused and helpless. Sight is for the blind and then she spoke. My breath was paralysed I was an idiot with a pencil. What a calamitous roar if only I was deaf.
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Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 3:13 PM UTC
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Closed Hiding behind uterine walls confused and helpless. Sight is for the blind and then she spoke. My breath was paralysed I was an idiot with a pencil. What a calamitous roar if only I was deaf.
Copyright Samuel Francis
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Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 3:13 PM UTC
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