Anna'': the mirror
Anna'': you can't play on broken strings
Anna'': lines
Anna'': All bubbles, as beautiful as they are, have a way of bursting or being deflated at the end...
Anna'': the subtle difference
Anna'': deceive yourself if that you may - I
Anna'': desiring the unwanted
Anna'': definite shadows
Anna'': light rain
Anna'': athirst
Anna'': crack the formula
Anna'': weightless
Anna'': the very eye of night
Anna'': shooting star
Anna'': Pas de chat
Anna'': Δ
Anna'': I slept and dreamet that life was real
Anna'': subcutaneously
Anna'': 7 seconds
Anna'': outside-in
Anna'': time machine
Anna'': of mild moony lustre in soft sexual delusions
Anna'': each tiny crack hold truths that can't be taught.
Anna'': don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass
Anna'': misty trilogy
Anna'': in this land of gods and monsters