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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett
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2006
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August
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- *168 - candlelit studying
- *167 - clara
- *166 - GP, and the Sunday before
- *165 - dancing in the streets
- *164 - interview
- *163 - what have i got
- *162 - flighty
- *161 - i believe in fairies
- *160 - summer
- *159 - allegro
- *158 - dancer earrings
- *157 - who's afraid of the big bad wolf
- *156 - essays essays essays
- *155 - in love
- *154 - selfish
- *153 - fireworks
- *152 - warning: bitchy entry
- *151 - happy birthday Singapore!
- *150 - twotwotwo
- *149 - maddy
- *148 - espressionne
- *147 - hello panda
- *146 - siti
- *145 - onetwothreefourfive
- *144 - insomniac
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