Thursday, June 04, 2009
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- TO HER ALWAYS FROM SAID
- A PAINFUL, MUTE DAWN
- THE SILENCE BETWEEN STORMS
- AS SHE SAT THERE, LISTENING TO HER OWN THOUGHTS
- WHEN THE SKY STOPS BEING BLUE
- SHE TASTED IT AND SHE SAW IT
- EXTRAORDINARY
- SHE STIRRED SAID'S COCKTAIL WITH HER FINGER, JUST ...
- WHEN SHE'S CLOSE, SHE NEEDS IT MORE
- THE PRESENT SHE HAD TO CHOOSE FROM A LIST
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