Saturday, December 7, 2002

waiting for time to pass.... like a deserted dream.. somewhere i know someone to hold. need there be love , need there be hate? i crumble , under the immense moonlight.. to the tune of crashing waves and the yellow sand. or , is it black? am i blinded , by all that nothing in the essence of that something? what am i blabbering... what am i thinking....I must be dreaming. Yes. this IS a dream... i awake..only to find ...

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