| To Doo, I write...... |
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Dear Doo,
I think that this week is going to slap me with a reality I'm not prepared to face. Awarding free time to a person who thinks herself into circles is a dangerous thing. First melodramatic snippet:
There is such a need within me for you to know the words you inspire within me. Yet, your life would be the same never even knowing…
Your happiness is found elsewhere…My sentimental lyrics must become stale and insignificant in comparison to what you receive at another’s declaration… 9:30 PM - 3/17/2008 - post commentShare and enjoy
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Description A thief did pillage my familiar. Vagabond thoughts since unbend here. The muse's wistful eye may extract a glimpse, Or elect to veil aforesaid ponders. Continuation of flame, blind to your concrete absence, Vital to sentiments it be not. Manifested in words your rooted essence do I collide.--Loretta Home User Profile Archives Friends My Wall 
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