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Finale 11:00 a.m. 2007-05-18 No more pretty pretty presents for them to dismiss as failures. No more binary and deciphering for you to waste. No more truth and lying for you to read and forget. No more of me to gloss over as crimson and blackbackground irellevance. I won't waste my words on eyes such as yours. And I won't waste my voice on ears that are so uncertain of beauty. There's enough of me to span the distances, but there isn't enough of me to waste one more day on your rambling, careening, aimless uncertainty. So just ask, it makes you worth it. back & forth |