grainy pictures on the bedstand
(this is one of them) nights that don't mean a thing and you'll be gone in the morning but she's been in my dreams ten nights in a row so i'm not sure what to make of it all maybe nothing one way or the other but there's stories in the sand written, somehow, behind my life, skin and everyone knows you're not the same as those. so i'm outlasting you, ending up able to get it up and maybe even come home who knows what dream bring?
2003-04-26 | 11:27 a.m.
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