each day passes.
i hear you
but time has made me feel like maybe you're just
my imagination.
but you can't be.
cuz i know you're there.
the most beautiful tulips sit on my desk.
when we meet again.
i want to never have to feel this way i'm feeling.
its getting warmer.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
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