Blank screen
Brown paper
Second-hand guilt
Wasted time
Betrayed faith
New clothes
Coveralls
Clean hair
Cold skin
Sadness at
Sadness lack
Reconstruct
From the start
Defeat
All bets are off.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
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