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Boredom.

I need something to get me all sparkling and alive. It's not love, but possession of the deepest kind. Some madness in exchange for an inch of make-believe on my part.
On the other hand, I am letting go because...it is unhealthy for you to keep touching, and thinking.

Posted by martha lung on Sunday, August 27, 2006 at 9:34 PM |

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