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The Stars Are Not Wanted Now...
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Another Apology Too Late
She only learned what love was when she began to love you. She only learned to breathe when your lips met hers.
She was only alive when you held her heart.
And she loves you. she loves you. with all that she is she loves you.
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