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Oct 16, 2005 17:07

a love poem just won't do this evening, we're standing way too high up on this one, pedaling through winds by the lake by my home, brushing against every tired and cold soul, we walk hand in hand and when we stop and you press your lips against mine i can breathe again and listen to the world speak its name and tell me all its secrets. the waves crashed into us and i wanted to hold on forever, defy time and embrace everything that we are.
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