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Jan 21, 2007 13:22

i find the map & draw a straight line. over rivers, farms, & state lines. the d i s t a n c e from here to where you'd be. it's only finger-lengths that i see. i touch the place where i'd find your face. my finger in creases of distant dark places ( Read more... )

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julianschaos January 22 2007, 19:05:25 UTC
A simple "I miss you Julian" would've been fine. But the poem works too.

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ragdoll7785 January 23 2007, 01:12:15 UTC
snow patrol

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julianschaos January 24 2007, 14:47:06 UTC
whatever...i listen to gangster rap records.

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Hey you! musical_siren January 26 2007, 03:23:24 UTC
It's been awhile, how are you?

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