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|Haze: 06/28/2004 - 10:41 PM |
my reality shifted and became only the moments spent with him. The rest is a dream bits of one day bleeding into another short hours spent from goodbye to hello and the only thing that truly exists is the look in his eyes as he stares into mine while our limbs are locked together like puzzle pieces and I'm sure this is perfection. |
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