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Oct 02, 2004 18:26

Gotta love the sweet taste of India...
But I'm not afraid when I dance with her shadow...

Words struggle from these poetic hands. What happened?
I've never been as a loss for words for this long....

Swim in the arms of a senorita, Maria
Lose yourself in her soul...
Maria

In a bitter melody,
Why did we kiss?
But if this is a dream,
Then it is a good dream.

Drinking away this alias
I can't help but to be afraid.

>>>Some things that seem meaningful to somebody; somewhere. Celebrating.
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