Sainted -
princes - kings - consorts
never understand - pages turn
churn
charnnel house that is history
pasts are haunting us
everafter
Friday, May 20, 2005
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When I was a child I was taught to love my neighber, in fact of faith, hope and love the greatest is love. I was also taught that I should question everything. I often think I should curse my parents for instilling that second value, ignorance was in many ways bliss.
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