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By the guppy Date: 2001 Aug 02 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.02.17.07.24480]] |
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you've got me feeling like a little drop of rain i'm welcomed when it's dry but, i can't say that i'll remain to change the seasons and offer substitutions for your pain so many things you swore you'd never say were said in whispers during late-night conversations with yourself i stopped guessing your replies accepted me as temporary self-reliant distant and alive |