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Feb 28, 2005 23:08

That night that love, actually meant something
The eyes exploded across the room
loving lashes curiously dashed deftly
across the back of her neck; a small giggle.
Colin Firth confessed his love to a beautiful
foreign girl on the tele, just as your mouth
ate your lips in a routine rewetting.
Around midnight my carraige assumed it's original form,
but it was you, my dear, who left your glass slipper
dangling precariously from my rapidly self-destructive memory.
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