Sunday, May 24, 2009
short, sweet, to the point
i miss you a little bit, here and there, filling in spaces between the ripples in the water and the clouds in the sky. the grass is always greener on the other side, but i'd much rather have the cold and the falling leaves gracing my presence than this warmth that keeps me up, sweating in the night.
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