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2010-2011

The Split Tale’s Tale

She whispered, not too hard

Thrusting Trust

I just, pulled the trigger

The moon passes over

The time will glide away, but you will always remain, for nothing is as pure as you are

Just Another Day

As We Waited We Were Longing For Spring’s Sun

Pedantic Transgression

Ordinarily waiting, wishing, yearning

Shake Your Pom Pom

Your way isn't my way

I ran like the wind

The bird of time has but a little way to flutter and the bird is on the wing

The Visit