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Sunday, February 14, 2010
Oh the Catharsis of Clarity
Call it irony
coincidence
or maybe
perfect timing
but
love don't
seem so good
to me today
Monday, February 8, 2010
Oh, the stories I've got to tell you
A bottle of red, and they're yours...
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