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Jul 07, 2011 02:33

Sometimes, I can hear you,
More than hear you cry. 
Still near enough to be just out of my reach.

Sometimes, these days,
these morning hours,
I create a list of things.
Sometimes the lists
contain secrets about
about getting lost once
this summer
looking for you

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chrislim July 10 2011, 23:48:37 UTC
happy belated bday tingles :)

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