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i got up it was dark there was no one in the park at this hour
He wants to die in a lake in Geneva, the mountains can cover the shape of his nose.
He wants to die where nobody can see him but the beauty of his death
will carry on so I don't believe him.
He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him and sometimes with scorn and sometimes I believe him.
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Is anyone going to that Andrew Bird show next week in Ann Arbor?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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she writes them down...she loves them all
I've kinda been an emotional basket case in the past days. Perhaps because I found boxes of old photographs and I've also dug up my old Photobucket account due to Flickr suddenly becoming lame.
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Beautiful days like these make me not want to rush off so fast.....to wherever. I feel content making the best of a somber March sky. Even if I didn't get anything accomplished today, it was still peacefully gray, practising broken French, snagging tights, picking at bones, planning picnics, and sensing that spring is here!
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