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Friday, July 19, 2002
It even sickens me how many of these pseudo-love poems I churn out. But they're just so easy!
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Daydream rendezvous
Imaginary interviews
In my mind I'm perched on the edge
And perilously close to falling in Love with you
I see you at the bottom
But I guess it's too much to ask you
To fall against gravity
And fly into my arms
| Mr. McBastard | 6:16 PM | | |
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