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Tuesday, December 21, 2004
a promise / 3:30 PM

came across this and i thought it was rather beautiful.

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens.
Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

misses canandian chinese. heh.

yssirhc


/ believe in wonderland,
with you in my mind
it's not that hard to believe
i'm in wonderland
and that's where I am
only a place to where we know
and never escape into reality
plunge into a fantasy

just about my love



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