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I’m going to meet her at the airport in an hour. I’ll get there early, no second-guessing. I don’t care whether it’s a fair day in Acapulco or not, I’m going on a trip with her, rain or shine. .
For Zada . I don’t know if you have a perfect smile. We’ve never met so I really don’t know you. It’s very unusual to want your embrace, But I truly wish I could caress you tonight. .
He on the seventeenth Of the fifth month Heard a noise He sneaked He saw. An illusion it would Have been thought she He hid as if he ignored She walked passing through
Our footsteps like a discord home For dying leaves and infant blades We trace them back to winter world When wind was chance and chance was change A single line converges here
One click, two, a pause and a smile I can only imagine the dream like state of your eyes on the screen And as you proceeded on, you knew all the while What would come of a simple message, a day to convene.
Eyes met eyes walking by Time that once raced, stood still And if it still sped, care not did I For the eyes that I met could kill A voice rose up inside my throat Not a word did I speak
The morning comes and you're already on my mind. From the moment I wake up, 'til i got o sleep at night. You're so far, yet so close. I want to meet you, but im tremulous. At the thought of you near me...