Dec 29, 2003 17:11
i keep dreaming of a day.
that you and i would meet again.
without knowing.
and wake up in the same bed.
after being extremely inhebriated the night before.
and expeirence the true meaning of irony.
when we realize the familiar feeling in our bones
when we had eachother in our arms again.
was no coincadance.
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