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Jan 2013
I can hear my wrist watch beating in my head like a constant reminder of you- tick, tick, tick, tick. AndΒ Β I'm not complaining but it would nice to know if you think of me too. My room is silent again - the kind of silence that you can hear, I'm not sure if its true but in hoping you think of me too. It's the middle of the night and I lay awake writing- I'm not trying to be rude, but am I the only one fighting? Don't get me wrong, I'm not in a hurry, I'd wait five hundred years if Iknew not to worry- that one day- you will or won't, be mine.
kara lynn bird
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kara lynn bird  Boston
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