Are you tired of watching the rain hit the glass all alone but aware of the places we've passed (together we were singing along to the songs). are you now? are you now?
Saturday, November 28, 2009
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April is the cruellest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring...
Don't look for something you're not prepared to find, lest another opportunity
wasted.
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