The Hammock Papers
A forest of things.
20 November 2010
"Never the same."
The poet, David Francey ...
When you hear a sound like broken glass
That's my heart every time that girl walks past
When you hear a sound like the rush of wind
It's just me catching my breath again
Broken Glass
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