Zim

My Cloud of DustThe wind wispers its hellos and goodbyes,My Cloud of Dust
The sun stains the clouds red, As they paint an abstract picture in the sky, A picture of you and I, The color abosrbs in to my eyes, And I realize, That you are my unquestionable desire, And the fuel to my fire,
You lift me higher, Higher than anyone has,
So I scream this out, And maybe you can hear, How I feel about you, My dear,
If you hear me, Call back, And I can confide, All that ive kept inside, And never showed, What all is true, Of how I feel abou
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Just don't get too paranoid.
i forgot to thank you for that lovely entry ...
bye
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Sorry I haven't written... I've been dead for two years.
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