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Open Rubble
It pains he who walks. It pains he who walks the world. Building sans structure.
Restart Spark
Steadfast are their hearts, True campions to lost men. Granted they're broken.
Walking Through: Part II
I've done nothing but sit down all day today. Listening to the leaky faucet drip in my bathroom, listening to
It's A Business
“You smoke too much.” Ilene whispered in my ear as she came from behind me and wrapped her arms around
Walking Through: Part I
I was taking a stroll along the boardwalk-- the moon was rising in the distance; lovers were passing by, hand
Soyez l'acteur, jouer le rôle: Part 2
"What Heart have you, when I've no heart at all?" 'A heart that has been blown over by years of
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