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i know no better experience than growing your own strawberries, except, perhaps, eating them.
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- searcher
- three-three-niner
- the story of two
- now
- imagine
- cape town burns
- tuesday morning
- colors
- perspective
- to the mosquitoes
- to the little bird
- dear greenpeace
- secret fears
- pseudo nymph
- little wonders
- and then again...
- upper class twits
- in a city somewhere
- nostalgia
- for william
- to and from
- prisms
- snowflakes
- likes and unlikes
- nowhere and everywhere
- endless beginnings
- eve
- foam and other moments
- you...
- schoolyard
- strange behaviors
- The Hush Room
- she
- soul-siren
- yes and no
- i do
- Eve
- Believers
- Closed in on three sides
- on my way to you
- untitled
- goodbye
- And so...
- Alice
- Pillows
- Untitled
- Yes I am...
- Never Leave Me
- Dance of Rememberance
- I know
- This Boy
- I go by
- It seems
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- In and out
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- Asleep
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- Something like...
- Boy
- Upstream
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- A Moment Please
- Memory
- Here and...
- oh!
- The Patron
- You
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- That Day
- Journey
- Tonight
- Mirror
- Must Hurry
- And so...
- To You
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2 comments:
i totally agree.
they also double as punching bags. perfection.
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