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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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November
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- *244 - sawatdeekaa
- *243 - defying gravity
- *242 - we're back!
- *241 - sun & snow
- *240 - jerry aurum
- *239 - name dropping
- *238 - last 3 days
- *237 - gourmet jellybeans
- *236 - no more chem! ... eh still got.
- *235 - physics again
- *234 - voyeurism
- *233 - chemistry
- *232 - physics
- *231 - bloodshed #2
- *230 - bloodshed
- *229 - 2 weeks left
- *228 - ahma
- *227 - hark! the herald angels sing
- *226 - latte
- *225 - squash
- *224 - physics teacher!
- *223 - GP IS TOMORROW.
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