October
Saturday 5 January 2008 photo 1/2
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My footsteps echo on these deserted streets. My heart and soul long for you to meet. An hour together would be just fine. To adequatly still this pain of mine. You're in my thoughts both night and day. You feel so close but are far away. I try sometimes to write the words. New or whitty, to your ears unheard. Lines that will warm you or make you smile. The resulting prose is often absent of style. Nothing to be remembered thoughout all time. More like a childish nursery rhyme. But I write and write to you so sweet. Just trying to blow you off your feet. I may succeed I may well fail...
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