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Jan 24, 2006 23:48

well i wrote your name and burned it to see the color of the flame, and it burned out the whole spectrum as if you were everything. mine just burned gold, a normal flame. i am not anything. and all that i remember is the feeling of waking up when we were kids. you were the sun to which my eyes would not adjust. we were kids, i was a fountain and you could never drink enough. then came all the boys who swept you away, you were careless with your heart and every night there was a new girl sitting beside me in my car. something dies when you grow older, but you do the best you can.
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