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21.10.2004 3:59 p.m. as each face goes passing by, i look at each one hoping and wishing that one day yours will turn up in the crowd. they all tell me that u'll never turn up on my doorstep again and that i should find another face to replace yours in my dreams. but i can't because i've forgotten how to kiss with tenderness and how to have sex with passion and how to love completely. |
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strawberry gashes that never disappear |
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