Snowflakes fall and touch my nose,
they melt and drip and
burn off my cheeks.
I'm lonely here, missing his look.
Missing that feeling...
B
u
t
t
er
f
l
i
es.
Feel like walking, walking
forever, the
highway, the
city;
him.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
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