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pout' - the pilgrimage
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
i woke up and i leaned over and my heart fell out of my breast pocket
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Did you pick it up again?
March 23, 2008 at 10:47 AM
ronning.brynn@gmail.com
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it was never mine so i left it for spring.
March 29, 2008 at 9:56 PM
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Did you pick it up again?
it was never mine so i left it for spring.
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