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May 21, 2005 15:54

Your hands didnt move
well neither did mine.
New Years will bring
so much to say
but nothing comes out right
both of us left without words
 both of us lost in this world
 it's softer than ever before.

And you were the outline
of everything you would become.
The keeper of these hands.
To hold you now
it is a far cry more than anything that ( Read more... )

love

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myspaceisdead May 22 2005, 15:43:50 UTC
:)

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