Dec 3, 2011 by

stopped in a quiet place nature’s soon forgotten there’s a reason I am here perhaps it’s simply not to be anywhere...

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Then He Walks Away

Dec 2, 2011 by

Then He Walks Away he stops to speak to me, and were it not for the glass between us, we would understand and I think he’s happy, he...

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Hard To Write Of Love

Dec 1, 2011 by

Hard To Write Of Love It’s hard to write of love, Cumbersome to think of such uncertainty, Yet so bloody glorious. Elation,...

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