January 18,
2003
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January 18,
2003 |
All the pictures I haven't taken-- the moon over the snow, the lights of the city on the dark horizon, the proving grounds water tower, lost in steam-- because they wouldn't come out, because I wouldn't stop the car. Your face, because I was wrapped up in your arms. | |||||
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