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Oct 24, 2003 12:51

We flopped down upon a towel to grind the sand
under us and watched the Atlantic Sea
move fire, like night sparklers, and
lost our weight in the festival season.
He dreamed, he said, to be a man
designed like a balanced wave...
how someday he would wait, giant
and straight.

Johnny, your dream moves summers inside my mind.

-Anne Sexton

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invisible__me December 17 2003, 07:55:16 UTC
Knock knock.

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xderekx December 27 2003, 00:58:59 UTC
your insanely cute. seriously.

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eighteen_ January 6 2004, 13:17:24 UTC
haha i just saw this. You're so funny ;)
consider yourself friended.

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