Dearest,

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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swivelyourhips March 27 2006, 20:29:29 UTC
you still alive chucky?

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