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Tuesday, 30 March 2010
Blinking twice as much, because it was only then that I realised the ground I had been walking on was flowers.
Friday, 19 March 2010
Please
Let me be. Let me ask.
Alright?
We want bizarre, not crazy.
So be with me.
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