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the last sunset

am een ur kichun, eetin ur poodin
Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Yesterday we held hands. Counting every millisecond was stressful. But it was worth it. I still have my passion for ignoring the obvious, after all.

I am your green light
through the glass door
Whisked upon a falling star

A touch.

And today, I die. A little bit more than usual.

smiled at the sun again @ 8:52 AM,




1 Comments:

At September 5, 2007 at 6:53 AM, Blogger jose angeles. said...

@ 'I die'
...well, you know what i am about to say...

 

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