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sitting in that same field with the broken daisies....she came to me,her dress shimmered in the sunlight..how i have missed the conversations with her. with just a glance i realize what i am to her: a constant in her life.
her silver dress, a disguise, the dress i knew of old is under it,her masquerade,a costume that fools herself and the ones around her.
i miss her
she whispers times of old and we laugh until the sun comes up...
i love her like a fat kid loves cake
her silver dress, a disguise, the dress i knew of old is under it,her masquerade,a costume that fools herself and the ones around her.
i miss her
she whispers times of old and we laugh until the sun comes up...
i love her like a fat kid loves cake