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Euthanasia

conetiquette | February 18, 2010

Free me from this prison cell deprived of light, of sight and smell The air is heavy, wet and thick the very wind I breathe is sick Share and Enjoy:

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Bloody Hell

yumado | February 18, 2010

I’ve missed a period, Oh God! What will I do? I am expected to Share and Enjoy:

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The Native American

yumado | February 18, 2010

Strangers, they come to our land. They look so different, Their speech, so strange, Some are here to Share and Enjoy:

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Nova

aderkatch | February 18, 2010

I remember a white candle, as tall as a marble column, melting in the evening and slowly sliding down her hand and her wrist the way ice cream did when she wasn’t paying attention. And from the wax beads of pearly sweat, hot from the glorious flame, kisses of pain made her eyes shutter, but [...]

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