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my job is to write. yours is to read carefully and contemplate, letting your imagination reconstruct the narrative, pausing on hot spots like hands over a ouija board.
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i could tell you were taking away the key when we hit our first false note. don't talk about music if you don't want the whole piano.
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laying there, feeling you breathe into me, was all it took to make me want to learn about forever.
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i love the rains and i love summer and all the things you do between the sheets and the naked commute. come in and weather beside me and we'll let the poor seasons be.
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cdlii. coming home after dark

September 15, 2006

is it any wonder that sometimes your most real, your most unpretentious, your least barrier to honesty that you put into words, the more people ignore?

This entry was posted on September 15, 2006 at 12:28 am and is filed under Hate, Observations, Unanswered Questions.

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