He always finds something positive to say in a less than perfect situation. I'm on the outside looking in and still the depth of his eyes intimidates me. The further I look into them, the deeper they go.
But I still can't shake you. I miss kissing the lips that make no promises.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
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sing that song of evil love.
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