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| all we ever wanted from the moment we were born was love. |
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| amnesia memory. |
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| cecilia asked me, where do you see yourself in ten years. a lead question. i think i said nowhere. i knew it was ending. and here i am. |
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| change me |
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| water walk |
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| i was thinking about torture out of the blue. |
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| photographs are artifacts of death trying to speak something beyond words to the living. ffff. |
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| i'm always coming back to you. |
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| it's been more than ten years and still i can't answer that question. where will i be. |
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| love swims away |
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| love swims |
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| one time in the record store a girl came back to apologize to me. i felt anonymous. |
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| so each morning i turn on whpk's silence, i think i'm listening to death on the air. |
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| there are many things we prefer not to think about more than we think of |
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| maybe there may be one shame so central it's almost a point of pride. |
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| vigil. |
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| we swim to nowhere, |
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| we don't really think about survival. we think about the quality of life. american life. |
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| what i got is not a lot of everything |
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| what in hell goes on at community radio whpk in the early a.m? silence equals death radio. |
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| lonely animal. |





















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