Accumulation of the expressions of self and colloquials thereof.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
"So empty like sky
Without any sun
Lotus blossum don't cry.
You and I were meant to be one.
And though we're apart,
It won't be for long.
I come to you in my song." -Michael Franks
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