Nov 08, 2004 13:20
She is so beautiful. I watched the smoke build from her mouth. I watched them walk past her. She smells of roses and lemons. She has a scar on her left knuckle.
She bites her nails to hide her face. She can't stand still.
She waits nervously for the bass, the vibration, the drowning of faces.
She has a secret.
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I write all crazylike when it's cold outside. hehe..
xoxoRachelxoxo
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I have to ask, was this inspired byu an experience or a reflection?
Sounds like an captivating time, reguardless.
Hope all is well,
~T
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Hope it gets better for you.
~T
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