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I may need to buy a new desk, as the current ones I have are fairly large. Even if I don’t, I won’t have the room for three desks, so two of them will be going.


I have two desks that are 75cm x 180cm, plus one that’s 90cm x 155cm.  If I do keep one of the desks it will be one of the 75×180 cm ones.


I also have loads of bookcases and similar things. I probably won’t be sure on what bookcases I’m getting rid off until all of them are moved and I know what wall space I have, but there are two that I definitely want to offload. These two are in two pieces of 90cm each high, for a total of 180cm each. The bottom half is about 44cm deep, and the top half is your standard bookcase depth of about 20cm.  They’re each about 90cm wide in white laminated particle board.


I have a large 3-drawer metal filing cabinet (50cm wide, 65cm deep, 100cm tall) that I don’t think I actually need.


There’s other bits and pieces of furniture that I have that I will give Adrian (my current housemate) first dibs on. Actually, he probably has first dibs on any of this stuff as he already lives in the house with it all. :)



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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
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I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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