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Tuesday, August 24, 2004

Water spilled. It filled the glass.
Warmth. Noisy. Rock the boat.
Close your eyes.
Your hands gripped on mine.We walked the walk. We talked the talk.
They understood, and we did.

Rain poured in the middle of the night. No other people but us. I can only hear our voices. Moonlight shone above us, led us the way.
Its cold now, we held each other so close. So close.

The smile. The words. Complete.

.0820-212004.

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Friday, August 13, 2004

Its crazy how stable things are and yet uncertainty still envelopes the cloud. The moment struck like it was just right. Blissfully it passed with a state of easiness.
It could've been longer, but crazy..i love it.
.08122004.

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