your name is pounding through my veins
can't you hear how it is sung?
Saturday, April 12, 2008
experience.
i remember why.
i ran out of experiences to write about.
this is all i could come up with:
she puts her pen to paper
watching the clouds float by
the music begins to play
as the rain begins to fall
and heart sings along.
blah.
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