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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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