Monday, April 20, 2009
crispy crispy.
where are you now?
my arms are sore for you.
i hide my smile for you.
bashful, they'll call me.
bashful, without you.
you make me.
my bed is warm for you.
my heart it aches for you.
come near.
a little closer, receive me.
my mind is whispering things to you.
things you've never heard before.
my eyes want to show you.
things you've never seen before.
11:11pm.
11:11pm.
an imagination so clear like the one i carry, is astonishing.
it's like being in love for the first time.
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Hey, man. Was just reading your other site, which sent me here.
I dig the dream one quite a bit. I want to read your first book, if I could buy a copy or you send a copy in an email attachment. This is Josh's friend, by the way. I'll send my first, as well. I'm interested in reading other writers of the generation. It's the key to everything the future will ever know.
scottalexandermyers@gmail.com
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