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Walking Home |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow 
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It's amazing how you tell the tale as if it were your own. On my way to work I trip over earthworms, dug up by pattering rain. I felt your hand through my hair, it felt like sleeping. The clock reads four past midnight, it took that much to make the sun come back up. Imagine it, if the streets were never there. Like the outside of the interior, the inside of the exterior. As when July feels so much like January. I put the puzzle together in a way that suits me. It's quite funny how you tell the tale as if it were your own. But I don't see you skipping stones as your walking home. [This message has been edited by Kaoru (07-16-2003 03:55 PM).] |
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JaiOfHeaven Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 207California, Usa |
Hey K'...I keep wanting to see more. The way you have that certain essence of uniqueness is awesome. Thanks again ...check out some of my new stuff! |
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