Wednesday, January 31, 2007
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- MAYBE SHE SHOULD CHANGE HER MIND, MAYBE HER HEART TOO
- SUNDAY MORNINGS OFTEN BREAK SPELLS
- SKIN LIKE ICE, ICE LIKE SKIN
- SOMETIMES DISTANT, BUT ALWAYS PRESENT
- A RADIO FROM THE FLAT NEXT DOOR, A DOG BARKING ON ...
- SHE WAS TOLD TO GET HER OWN HOPE
- SHE LEFT HER HEART IN SOMEONE ELSE'S HANDS
- LIKE A SOAP OPERA, WITH A FORGOTTEN BEGINNING AND ...
- NOTHING LEFT IN HER GLASS BUT THE RUINS OF THE ICE...
- HEART AND GOLD ARE THOSE TWO WORDS
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