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Feb 20, 2010
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Not the Rain
Sometimes when the wind blows inand makes contactwith my skin I remember why I am alive. I have been tangled betweena few people a long time ago and the memory remains freshI quote them when I least expectand feel sick to find their scraps in unexpected corners.
— whitetea, Feb 20, 2010
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Critiques
whitetea
16 years 3 months ago
Perhaps too much like an
xena465
16 years 3 months ago
I think it’s great.
Seren
16 years 3 months ago
Dear Whitetea
Stefan
16 years 3 months ago
yes
orgami
16 years 3 months ago
your writing has profile
Mark
16 years 3 months ago
I had been tangled
SeekerAfterTruth
16 years 3 months ago
I don’t know why, the
Neonfilm
16 years 3 months ago
perfectly said
magics02
16 years 3 months ago
Loved it myself
themoonman
16 years 3 months ago
Whitetea...
loved
16 years 2 months ago
very nice