By Angela Ubaldo angieubaldo@hotmail.com
Date: 28 January 2001
I miss you
My hands are cold
My face is hot
My feet tingle
My ass hurts
My stomach churns
My eys swell
My lips are chapped
My knees itch
My hands hurt holding this pen
I should be holding you
I miss you
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