March 2010
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After I left..
I listened to your record every morning. It made me feel less alone. It made me feel like I was back in our city, and we were in your bedroom, and you were standing across from me, leaning against the dresser, and I was laying in your bed, and my eyes were closed, and you were playing your guitar, and you were singing to me. And then I opened my eyes, and I was really on a subway, surrounded by...
August 2009
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You, you are not an island
No man is an island
I have already crashed on your shores.