When I wake up there are tracers dusted dreamt of where your lips have been. It seems unfair that in my dreams all of my questions are answered when in real life we aren't even at the tips of each other's tongues. . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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