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By twinkle Date: 2001 Dec 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.01.04.19.12567]] |
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picking my way through palm trees and smog i saw him there so maybe he's my everything- how am i supposed to know- and all that lies between me knowing and leaving chokes me wandering, i could find him any minute coffee or not decides my fate there are so many men around me how can i be sure what guarantee did life give me that i'd find him- what if i'm left grey, old and without-? i'll kick myself for not getting coffee cause maybe he liked lattes, too... |