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I just to let you know i'm fine over here... because that look in your eye says you don't believe me. II Still I wonder what this would be like if not for the changes forced on me, like galleries of mended intent... III twisted these directions aren't mine but my subtle claim to them is what's keeping me together... IV I can misjudge a thousand times and even if I never learn, I can say the least is that my bloody nose tastes like violets compared to yours... © 1996, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |