You come into my dreams as if nothing's different! Who asked you? Each night we talk and move, or dance and squabble. You don't want to leave me alone and mostly I don't mind as I don't want to leave you alone either. Where did you go, by the way? Do you still lie in that yellow and green summer field?
Friday, October 12, 2007
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