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words are the broken mirror
reflecting an imperfect world, now they stick to the fridge and you can mess with them all day: - shuffle - meaning is the lost empire between the crooked lines; - fidget - truth is staring blurry-eyed at words that were never there, - shuffle - and belief is a straw horse that is hungry all the time. === END === === Read more stories & poems on my home page: http://tales.scvs.com/?inw=sto - come on in!
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