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Fresh Wreckage
A requiem for all the broken umbrellas of New York City.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Il Bacio
A kiss strikes like lightning;
love passes like a storm.
~Written on the wrapper of an Italian chocolate
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Il Bacio
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