I've utterly decided that this was supposed to be a literary blog, but I couldn't help screaming that
THIS INDIAN SUMMER IS KILLING ME!!!
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MEMOIRS
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2010
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April
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- The Choice
- Silence Has A Voice
- Haphazard and Free
- The Broken Lighthouse
- A Plea For Rain
- Until These Words Take Us Away
- The Sand Tells Our Tale
- The Consequences of Being Different
- The Lack Of Colour
- Flipped
- Pandora's Second Coming
- A Break From Monotony
- Words' Jagged Edges
- The Varied Reasons Why People Believe
- The Fragile Human Repair Shop
- As The Eclipse Ends
- The Reason We Speak Innuendos
- The Sparkly Word Machine
- Memoirs the Wind Brings
- The Mask People Hide In
- Stripped of the Shinies
- The Stars Draw Us Near
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April
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