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yr words are like whinos quietly drinking the dark they grow like exotic flowers in the skid row of my heart dirty eyes weeping kiss another bottle dont wait to finish the first i sit like the cork on this champagne bottle for yr next millionare burstall thanks and praise to EvolovE...you inspired me to write again after so many years by yr work. you are, and always will be, my inspiration, my hero and my most treasured friend...this piece was the first thing i wrote for you many months ago, as best as i can remember, and everything else that followed was all yr fault... Written February 18th, 2002 © on Feb 17 2002 07:00 PM PST   17 • 0 • 10

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