Thursday, November 16, 2006

what has been shattered, can it be rebuilt? tonight emotions cannot be held back. in the comfort of my mother's home, i smell love. love has a scent? i walk into the laundry room and remember the first night i crept downstairs to talk on the phone with you. i remember falling in love sitting on the dryer in the middle of the night. and again in the doctor's office. and when you told me i had to go home. this beat goes on.

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