Most of the stuff that comes out of my mouth is random, wait until you read what comes out of my fingers!
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Saturday, October 17, 2009
Kissing the Clouds
It's too late to drag the past out...or by late, I mean too early and by to early and late together I mean I'm going to leave it out of this one. "Love is a high and low...you enter and then make me cold." I wonder what it's like to go into something so completely new and not think the past will eventually arise again?