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3.20.2009
[[in your eyes I'd like to stay]]
with the breezes of an
impending thunderstorm
against my face
and
through my hair,
I thought of you.
I remembered you
in all of your
mysterious
and
cynical
glory.
I knew I would be
thinking of you
listening to the
song
that seemed to be
written for us.
but it never bothered me
as much as it did
when I swore that I could
smell
your cologne
in the wind
1000 miles away from where you'd
[be here with me, please, I need you. I can't do this alone...not without]
you could never fathom
all the
emotions that run along the cracks of my
[horribly broken and hardly mended]
heart.
...with that being said...
...i think i love you.
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