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Apr 15, 2004 20:46


"poka or die."

droplets of sweat beaded the floor. those bright blue eyes framed in lashes that swept up to her brows. the smell of cucumbersandashes, of vanilla scattered upon stones. the utterance of every word hitting reality like goblets of emerald glass.

lying awake on cotton sheets on hothot summer nights, as my guitar gently weeps playing ( Read more... )

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razemyspirits April 15 2004, 19:03:35 UTC
why is everytime you do something i feel as if i could die.....

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skyavoidingme April 23 2004, 15:18:22 UTC
don't die.

either die at twenty eight.
or never die at all.

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*kiss forehead* limeythecatlady April 15 2004, 19:27:50 UTC
Don't be unhappy dearest. You look so lovely when you smile. =)

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Re: *kiss forehead* skyavoidingme April 23 2004, 15:18:37 UTC
i like your new hair color.

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pneumothorax666 April 15 2004, 20:27:10 UTC
i have the answers to the psych test B and A if you check this before tomorrow

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skyavoidingme April 23 2004, 15:18:47 UTC
thanks.

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