Sunday, May 21, 2006

fiasco

don't you miss those dirty looks? don't you think about it? don't you daydream about the way my heart beats? don't you wish you were looking at me? don't you remember the feeling?

and the build, the sound, the sweat, the fury. the air on fire. don't you miss every thing about the way? don't tell me you don't think about it. don't tell me you wouldn't love to feel it. don't you miss me? don't you want me?

yeah...

you do. ;-)

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