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Tuesday, June 10, 2003

love the letters created at my fingertips words words promise
melancholy simplicity nostalgia resignation acceptance..
hope and despair, dependence whispers lies
lips will never meet ever, go back and
lose,
cry
like
raindrops.

posted by the stradgirl* on 19:32|