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vincent pun
Friday, May. 23, 2003 - 7:30 p.m.
"I can't say that I still don't long for him -- or at least long for what we had when he was here. It seemed that during that part in my life, although so much was not right, I had the world underneath my wings. Every minute was filled with electricity. Every breath, alive and colored with curiosity."louis...your wings have been torn, but do not worry my little one, for one day you will soar again, soar high amongst the clouds and fly into the stary night like you once did. you will fly again.
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