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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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July
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- *440 - raw meat
- *439 - harry's
- *438 - viennese fingers
- *437 - to "irritated"
- *436 - chompchomp
- *435 - pig
- *434 - chinese food and waffles
- *433 - you're repulsive
- *432 - apple tarts
- *432 - chillicrabbb
- *431 - we're down!
- *430 - panic attack #5
- *429 - what I've been up to for the past week
- *428 - origami, party
- *427 - balch hall
- *426 - pretty sky
- *425 - top of the M
- *424 - cake, gym, crab.
- *423 - sentio party
- *422 - panic attack #4
- *421 - yawnzz
- *420 - jap and harry's
- *419 - rain clouds
- *418 - judging for gym comp
- *417 - swim class
- *416 - more facebook, coffee, and class
- *415 - facebook.com
- *414 - tango social night
- *413 - 413!
- *412 - prawns
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July
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