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konstantine 8:42 a.m. 2004-03-20 Switchblade negotiations and release at knifepoint. Drop of blood throws everything out of focus and we're left to ponder the consequence of pushing any harder. Daringly renovated reconstruction of heart and soul brings me to believe that you're nothing solid, only what you choose to be on a given day. The sweet aire of your voice doesn't lend itself well to tragedy, your smile was always a little too genuine for this bay bee. Take back promises and broken heart declarations and we're left with the sullen contrite visions where everything went wrong and timesfall eternal. What would you give
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