Monday, 19 April 2010
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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.