Monday 19 April 2010
Sunday 18 April 2010
Tuesday 13 April 2010
Truvia
And as we pass through Troy, sticking out like sore thumbs, the worlds continue the way they should : Silently.
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I call your name. But you wont hear me. I seek your eyes but they wont see. And when I reach for your hands. I realise I can't feel them no more.