Properly: where you end,
a blown kiss in the wind imagined under city lights.
The story remains the same.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
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.when you come 'round you make me whole.
.send my soul away.
- Kyle, Esq.
- 28. Attorney. Audiophile. Lost Poet. Listener. Adviser. Sage. Part-time worrier. Full-time thinker.
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