Sep 19, 2005 20:06
Know that you are missed.
Cigarette smoke billows into sunshine.
I can't help but remember that day.
Sitting on the beach by myself.
Watching the waves crash early in the morning.
Simple moments are filled with ecstasy.
08/04/04
Someone take me to Santa Cruz.
Please.
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