Nov 07, 2006 20:00
...(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands
feeling kind of cranky
and wanting a hug
what will happen if i don't want to be a teacher anymore?
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you're right though hah
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