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The kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes. I keep a book of the names and those only go so far to bury them. So deep and down we go.
On Sunday, Nov. 06, 2005 at 12:42 a.m.

Why am I so attracted to him?

We wouldn't work. I know it but that changes nothing. I want him. It's not just physical. It's everything.

I want his riduculous conclusions, and obsession with fantasy movies, and his crinkely smile.

The infatuation grows each time I see him but I know it would never work. I should do nothing but I don't know.

I want him. Undeniably.



hold me close like we both died
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