his cat would pace the floor and make tiny noises, tiny sounds. it would seem that the pace was deliberate and care free. it would seem that all she did was sleep. and eat. and it would seem that i envied her. with so much to do in life, finding time for nothing is hard. even now i'm writing. of coure i enjoy it but it isn't nothing. lately instead
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emily what
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hmm... what if u write a poem and read it so that ur voice of ur poem is underneath the song of our duet... that could be hot and interesting or just lame....
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