Sep 01, 2003 01:35
her eyes pierced brighter,
even in the dim night tones,
then the most precious back-light stone.
she didn't say much she was cute
standing there with her two dollar bottomless cup
filled with courage and words.
I could only dream of being the one to put warmth in pocelain those hands.
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hey. didn't get a chance to give you a cool flyer, so heres the news..
come to my 17th bday event thing:
when;this friday @ 7pm
where; killer pizza
why; because
who; me and friends
call me if you can go. 858 722 5925. :)
-shelby
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