The joys of leaky faucets can be fixed typically by new valve seats and stems...
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- We've become quiet strangers
- A finite view of the infinite
- You know I'm gonna miss you when I'm gone
- even my bones have begun to disappear
- I don't want to be a Robot... with Metal Eyes and ...
- finding meaning beyond simple description
- A more vulnerable search for truth
- the sheet your children sleep on
- She used to sing in the language of angels
- _______
- The bell waits in silence
- A blessing
- Youre an angel. I'm gonna cry.
- a fervent procession toward redemption
- Sitis, sold her hair to Satan in exchange for food...
- Hell among the yearlings
- Ballad of the doomed poet with a silly hat
- I hope you think of me, in moments when your happy
- The scarred and the dreaming
- The Devils thieves have won
- Baby, won't you sell me just a little grace?
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