There is a poem called “Loss” that’s carved into stone. It has three words but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read “loss”, only feel it.
Memoirs of a Geisha
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I am Alwyn, a seventeen year old guy who ejaculates all of his thoughts in this little space of the cyber world. My capacity of excessively thinking is out the box and out the line, my paranoia can make me euphoric. I also enjoy the intimacy that fashion and music shares. Don't ask me about Pythagorean TheoremSubmit
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Thursday, November 3, 2011
