speechless....
By aiwaz
there are letters that mail themselves to sad lonely men crying on a bench there are words that fly like butterflies to children weeping for a friend there are sentances that grow like weeds to overwhelm this garden of misery but now as i stand happy at last they all flee from me Written February 16th, 2002 © on Feb 16 2002 01:24 PM PST 0 • 8
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"there are letters ..."