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Dec 13, 2006 03:30

I want to meet someone unlike anyone I have met before, and when I do, I want to love and be loved desperately, foolishly, inconveniently, helplessly. I feel old, like thrift store air and stale bread, like dry rubber bands and fading dye. I want to be new, like grass after first rainfall and the smell of chopped cilantro, like unworn leather shoes ( Read more... )

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nonsex_elijah December 13 2006, 15:59:44 UTC
loved this one.

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daffodilstorms December 13 2006, 18:18:13 UTC
me too.

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