11 May 2007 | Vol. 7, No. 1
Some Promise
I don't know about you but my skin
when it hallows is nothing like
an anvil, when I strike the anvil
it sounds nothing like
a bell. I live in a stained-
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11 May 2007 | Vol. 7, No. 1
I don't know about you but my skin
when it hallows is nothing like
an anvil, when I strike the anvil
it sounds nothing like
a bell. I live in a stained-