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Stina.: "thug means never
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Stina.: & now the devil follows me everywhere I go
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Stina.: I was getting confused between the meaning and the subject,
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Stina.: to look at what is ordinary, and know it is not.
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Stina.: oh, how much I felt!
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Stina.: overhearing words that should be my own
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Stina.: "would you see then,
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Stina.: being,
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Stina.: "it is a tale told by an idiot,
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Stina.: into one thousand ugly pieces
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Stina.: obscenity in three parts
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Stina.: tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
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Stina.: holy is the name of the lord when you screamed it
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Stina.: pinpoint the error until I'm surrounded, encompassed, consumed.
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Stina.: you milk the tourniquet.
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Stina.: writing and feeling and screaming.
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Stina.: the noise prompted the period.
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Stina.: voice on the receiver: fear, fear.
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Stina.: I want to be known, I want pride, I want purity.
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Stina.: I am the crunch in the gravel.
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Stina.: sacrificial.
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Stina.: the certain knot of peace.
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Stina.: my taste has been spoiled,
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Stina.: my face like a war widow,
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Stina.: this little piece of panic
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Stina.: (today: realized I had a pro flickr account.)
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Stina.: "It will keep me sane for the world and for art."
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Stina.: circa 1967.
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Stina.: sleep, dear panic.
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Stina.: stuff me into the black bag.