February 3, 2007jarMy herat is at the botom af a jar rotting with a memory of you. And in the end whaen you are gone i will be free of the jar and not suffercating with love from you, in a moments kiss is never forgotten and yet I tremble from the touch of your lips and yet with your voice saying *its not over*
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