sorry for hurting you the way i did.
i felt the stab of that knife too.
but understand where i'm coming from.
while i understand you.
has our fire burnt out yet?
would the flame flare up again?
i'm out and cool.
when you're ready.
maybe we can walk together.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
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