Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Scenario

I stare at the moon and see your face it smile in bloom but suddenly fades. Then i see you next to me and squeeze my hand tightly, You are so cold makes me quiver right to the bones. The tears drop on your cheeks well, it makes me sick, but a groan from your throat has out and it says, "LET ME LOVE YOU TOO"

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