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October 11 |
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Tear |
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Rest In Peace, Dear Language |
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When read, it's just words. |
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My inspiration. |
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Thoughts being whispered, tears began to roll. |
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When read, it's just words.
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 Created on 5-18-08
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How did I know? Baby it was when I thought about you, and a smile ran across my face, one I didn't even know I was smiling. The smile of happiness, that I rarely ever used. Yet in a very distraught mannor, you had brought love back into my vocabulary.
What made me realize? Baby it was when your words brought me touch. When your face skimmed my dreams, and my thoughts with every waking and wondering moment. I close my eyes, and imagine us together. It was then, after reading of such words, and fantasies I too had fallen under such a tranz. Love. No, that word could not be used, for I believe not even love could describe this feeling.
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