Yell into this, it's free
make it well known
give it to ALL
make yourself it
yell louder if it
makes too much noise
it can only get better
for yourself and, well
but mostly for US.
Friday, September 11, 2009
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I went out like everyday ... knowing my season is not yet upon me ... knowing my love has not yet walked these streets. My eyes rose, and seen the wall where my lovers rock sits ... a sign to my heart that he walks in my world at night.
AND IT WAS THERE ... how did he do it ... "romancing the stone" ... how could he have know??.... there were no tracks in the snow, but the snow around my rock was melted and my saddend face lit up, and tears formed in my eyes ... my seasons is comeing, and my time with him ... getting closer~
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