Jorge, by Stacey |
The bottle you put your lips to. The notes that I wrote to you. The ball that you held. The secrets he didn't tell. The straw from which you drank. The things you didn't take. I still hold all memories deep inside of me. cowritten by: disconnected_soul |
Posted: 2005-08-02 14:17:00 UTC |
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