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01-13-01
I dig em both, but if i had to choose - tool would be it.
Leonore
I am a dread to my friends-
those who see me on the street flee from me.
I am forgotten by them as though I were dead;
I have become like broken pottery.
For I hear the slander of many;
there is terror on every side
-psalm 31:11-13 |