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Sunday, April 06, 2003
One minute, we were composing silly stories in your bedroom.
The next we were making out
with your lip onto mine
I find myself fallin' for you
so easily
But i guess
I would want to know
more of you
i awake the morning after,
feeling almost surreal
that i could still taste your lips on mine
I know I can't wait to see you again.
Missed Calls
9:22 AM
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Meadow of mellows

watever... comes to mind
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