Monday, March 29, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
cliched, but true.
He loves her, she doesn't know he exists. She looks through him, even when they are looking at each other.
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- pure
- in the summer there was love, and my heart was an open road. we could have rolled on for ever. but the days became short, and winter came too soon, and the land is blanketed with snow. no two snowflakes drifting through my hands are identical, but they obliterate the ground all the same.