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[enchant]

I would give anything to have him think the things he thinks about her, about me. I'm so silly.

I'll re post a relevance:

220

As I watch him walk down the hall,
I think about the irony of it all--
The words are empty,
The stare is mean--
The eyes are mine,
This story a dream.
The colors will fade,
The signal is clear,
The skin may be taught
But the end is near:
So I croon out this fear
As my voice does break
And my thoughts disappear
As his love he does take
To 220.

Thompson Claire Jennings

November 22, 1996