11:50 a.m. - 12/30/01
i should know better than to read mess feeling as I do.
[nonsensical, euphemistically "poetic" communication resumed] lesson number 4,678,900,350: not all dreams are for a future <--mess said I nodded the way I do when my brain beats around itself trying to release the images of you that hypnotize or haunt me night after night thoughts that veil your face; they hang around your eyes so that the closer I reach into you the more disguised you are the girl whose gold hair my mother no longer wants to recognize she never saw through you to the integrity, why should she stop to mourn a girl she doesn't know go come into my pocket then leave your little altar far behind shake off the thoughts that shelter you play within my mind I miss you but I will not say so as long as I risk remembering you're gone... <<}} chord
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