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:: Sunday, November 09, 2003 ::
[not a bad sunrise, indeed]
...and in a moment like this, where loneliness suffuses the slanted shadows of my sunrise-filled room, and I count on two hands the hours until you wake, I really don't care if it's not allowed for me to say this.
I love you, though mere friends we remain at present. Sleep tight, Angel.
...and I came here / to talk / I hope you understand.
:: Aziz 6:34 AM [+] ::
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