Oh, there's something I've always wanted to tell you.
You wrote a poem several years ago when I first started stalking your journal, back in 2001 I think. I wrote it down. I just wanted you to know it's my favorite poem in the whole world to this day. Maybe you remember it...
I was walking along 2nd street today, taking in the dirt and glass and rust the place people go to forget. Remembering way back when it was dark, kicking around bottles and chasing after one another squeezing into the cracks and holding on for hours...
It was always a bit colder there.
It reminded me of you.
The only reason I bring this up was because I couldn't find it today and I started freaking out. I thought I had typed it and saved it as a file, but it's on the other computer and the other computer is broken and I couldn't find the sheet of paper I had written it down on. But then I found it so I decided to tell you how much I love this poem. =]
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You wrote a poem several years ago when I first started stalking your journal, back in 2001 I think. I wrote it down. I just wanted you to know it's my favorite poem in the whole world to this day. Maybe you remember it...
I was walking along 2nd street today,
taking in the dirt and glass and rust
the place people go to forget.
Remembering way back when it was dark,
kicking around bottles and chasing after one another
squeezing into the cracks and holding on for hours...
It was always a bit colder there.
It reminded me of you.
The only reason I bring this up was because I couldn't find it today and I started freaking out. I thought I had typed it and saved it as a file, but it's on the other computer and the other computer is broken and I couldn't find the sheet of paper I had written it down on. But then I found it so I decided to tell you how much I love this poem. =]
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