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April 21, 2013

truly is there a man in a tide,
jung heart, jung sum,
keeps me engaged in otherwise
fleeting endeavors
smiles me

she's not talking heart
she's talking gold
and taking

just spilled tea on my
keyboard fuggg

Posted by Quyen H. Nghiem at 5:23 PM
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