September 17, 2001

me like, me like, Mike... I think I understand part of it... but who can really tell? It's left up to each and every individuals perception. :)

uh oh....

wind in the leaves, trees, hair... bend down on your knees
cry, laugh... joy unreminising of the past
lone eyes - snowy sand drip on by
pass the war along
dish of skin, bloodred with/not in
kill me, die?
never know... hold eyes in hands.

want some?


Yeah, I'm doing great over hear Bonnie... all the cute boys to myself, girls too if I were bisexual. :)

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