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Jan 25, 2007 02:45

Sometimes when the other speaks- it feels as if I am inside of their mind.
Confusion and close to twenty four hours of consciousness.
We like and we travel.
Life is summer.
I have NEGLECTED this particular journal.
Like something bitter- crawling up to a keyboard to ask for forgiveness?
Light on 3am and yes, still in Florida. Still fucking and working and artless.
Not so much. But starved. Past due.
I will surprise you.
Because I do love you.
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