i am speechless. makes me wish i was in your company and we could talk about this sort of thing. even though its less intense talking about school and tomatoes and the thin pasta sauce...but not nearly as meaningful what you wrote was amazing and it mirrors me so well
the echos of your message color my conscience
anonymous
December 29 2004, 17:24:28 UTC
The despairity of the swelling beat of dawn flushes my mind as I read the key to your tortured soul. "Black" "Black" calls the songbird of reason with nowhere for his message to travel. Eyes that see farther inward than out search the vast infinity of your spirit, in flight, recoiling at the humanity in constant reach for your hidden riches. If only I could tap the spring of your raw emotions. What message could I give to one so sudden? It could only be....cheer up bitch!
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makes me wish i was in your company
and we could talk about this sort of thing.
even though its less intense talking about school and tomatoes and the thin pasta sauce...but not nearly as meaningful
what you wrote was amazing and it mirrors me so well
this is me squeezing your hand over an ocean
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Thanks you for that, it really hit home... wish i knew where you come from
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