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Brooke Daniels' Tiny Broken Fingers

The Color that your Eyes Changed with the Color of Your Hair

Halfway Spoken Heart That Feels Comfort In Everything Until It Dissapears And Then It's Gone

A Loose Hair Falls Into A Glass Of Water Without Ice

Fear Not My Friend For Tonight We Ride

Blessed Arms that Hold You Tight, Freezing Cold and Alone

All Apologies and Smiles, Yours Truely, Ugly Valentine

The Ghost Of A Dead Hummingbird Flying Around The Room

The Part About The Vine That's Growing Through The Window And Reaching Towards My Bed

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