that torn slip of paper
By Enraptured
in love with a pen name and words hollow but filled the song, and the script. which shall I follow to add a line... improvise fill'd to the brim with the unknown answer you give me desire a dance your hands would shake and 'hope' if you recall... outside the snow fell upon my nose you went south and I north i stare at it still a memory in a box for strawberry tea...Can I really love you from afar when I want so to be near, but to know that to fulfill would just take away the want? Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 16 2002 10:07 AM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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