A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- nothing left but one regret apparently the one thing left that she and i still have left in common is the incessant need to get in the last word. I have been trying to sever the last threads of whatever this has been, these three years of having my heart used like a yo-yo and while i can't lay claim to being completely innocent, the degrees of guilt here are wildly different and i've gotten tired of the relentless cycle of guessing whether things are hot or cold and being wrong either way. that double decker bus? i'm still under it from the last time you threw me there, "dearest" 4:37 p.m. - 2005-01-12 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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