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White walls
Weak breathing...
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Stop saying you are sorry,
it is just too hard to bear...
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I told you I could handle this
that I would never leave...
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Andrea aligns herself among-st
rooted beds of pure amazement...
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I felt the imbalance
I knew from the start...
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To the
Wackiest...
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in the city of a thousand suns;
you swell the most at the seams...
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Beneath the stars, you lay with me
and whisper swirls, of empathy...
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Piled high the boxes reach
to brush against the ceiling...
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Once again we make preparations for
an atypical situation...
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How will I know when my ‘new’ normal has...
I doubt there will be fanfare, fireworks and...
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The Master Class
By Mark Spencer...