Every word that your lips shape are beautiful and thoughtful. Your words aren't flung like luck; Your words are designed. You whisper art pieces that roll from your tongue and into my ears. I listen to you because I am interested. How do you function? Why are you still around? I know why, because you were supposed to be here. Thanks for being my friend.
I Love you.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
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