Considering the beautiful times I woke up in somebody else's bed alone, walking home. Bad poem. I wonder if Katie is back from Spain, did she stay there
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Sometimes I think about somebody waiting for me to get home. It's two a.m. and now I'm home.
I occasionally think about how I almost smell last May. The almost things of May, I almost always prefer. OK now it is walking in NYC. What about this mind, what about this mind, what about mine. Enough of mine, yours.
this is why i need to write you letters more.
Weird how I decided to be a good painter and it almost worked just like that. Just now I have to work a lot.
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I occasionally think about how I almost smell last May. The almost things of May, I almost always prefer. OK now it is walking in NYC. What about this mind, what about this mind, what about mine. Enough of mine, yours.
this is why i need to write you letters more.
Weird how I decided to be a good painter and it almost worked just like that. Just now I have to work a lot.
yes! i know! almost, working, yes.
thanks for updating,
stay beautiful,
love.
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