I left the window open.
And
The moment lost its moment.
Lost its point.
I let something else in.
Groping for what it is,
Who.
I lost the little dots that make now.
I left the window open.
And
The moment lost its moment.
Lost its point.
I let something else in.
Groping for what it is,
Who.
I lost the little dots that make now.
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Yes. Just like that. Love you through all time, Joy
Comment by Joy — 18 July, 2007 @ 10:37 am