I was walking home. As I was arriving at the corner near my place, I was looking at the dark blue sky, thinking of beautiful it was. I couldn't help but feel like this was familiar, somehow... I took off my headphones and I heard the rumbling of the 6:55 train for Toronto closing in. As it passed by my street, I grinned a wide grin, and reminded myself of being right there, about a year ago. But my love isn't on that train. Really, it never was: my love was, is, and always will be, in me.
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Date: 2006-01-11 03:24 am (UTC)Thanks again for the table! It'll definitely come in useful.
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Date: 2006-01-11 09:27 pm (UTC)*grinz*
need to make you talk now
chop-sticks or knitting needles?