Sitting outside. It' 11pm... and the grass is wet. All around me is a cool darkness, I can barely see a thing. The only sounds I can hear are the owls, and theres a sweet smell of honeysuckle on the air. I wish I could share this moment with you, but I don't know where you are.
I hope to see you in time for summer, but fear that we've fallen apart.
Jimi.
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a letter to those I have ignored, left behind... or don't know. And all my friends.. bring on summer.
- Mood:
<-- - Listening to: Amélie soundtrack
Devious Comments
it hurts to think of people from the past, this is a good way to go about it
plus you described a perfect night, i almost felt like i was there
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touch me
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"Who needs love when we have A4 paper?"
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=sizjam awesome gallery, i recommened it highly, i also recommend you leave comments
~LordGonz go look at his works
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If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you've never tried before!!
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montrer ses plaines
not now Suggestion Boy, this is my moment
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