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| This picture was taken by me along the shores of santa monica, february 2001 |
| (no title) by tamara peterson Some things are too precious to throw away, And yet we walk around blind-folded, pick up our most Importance, and throw it downstream, Thinking it was just a small skipping stone. (no title) by tamara peterson killing time nowhere to go igNoring the imPortance and cREAting pet peeves... same rythmatic day of waKing up and living AGAIN I want it to be different let me make a disAster out of absolutely nothing. cRy foR help scrEam for changE pleaD for orDer So I can meSS it up AGAIN. To Care by tamara peterson february 18, 1997 My heart has become the burdened washboard Whose rigid side rubs up against Other people's problems; But in the end, the mourning cleanses Both of us. |
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