Jan 23, 2006 03:23
Beauty makes me hopeless. I don't care why anymore I just want to get away. When I look at the city of Paris I long to wrap my legs around it. When I watch you dancing there is a heartless immensity like a sailor in a dead-calm sea. Desires as round as peaches bloom in me all night, I no longer gather what falls.
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I'm waiting for the phone call. But I more than anyone understand how life can sweep you up and keep you busy. But seriously, since we live in the same city again we should definitely have a weekly chat session at Vinakas.
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