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| Mouth To Mouth |
3/18/2004
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A crossed heart of love.
The pen writes I love you in bold letters, italicized words.
Statement after statement, insignificance means a lot.
Does God have the answers?
What does it all come down to?
A split second car crash.
Or a life free of it all.
The sweet sounds of music.
My thoughts as they pour down.
Drops of rain splatter.
Ink.
She sleeps.
Not the only smile I know.
The future.
My love.
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