Mar 03, 2006 22:05
I'm glad you are reading this.
At least I know you still think of me.
Dearest,
My salt water eyes are dripping to my lips
Mingling with the beer and madness
And I can't stop thinking of you.
So close...
But mountains.forests.bridges
Block our paths, keep us apart.
I'll pray for a cross.
Warmest regards,
xo Charles
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