novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- annexed in my heart sometimes i think of you and my memory calls up your image like a portrait; your face how i knew it and studied it when we were younger. your hands, i always think of your hands. home is where the heart is and memories are in the heart. home is where you make memories; therefore, memories are home and some thoughts are dangerously repetitive. with her, it's her smile. she always changes her hair, her clothes, but her face when happy is one of the mental images i associate with comfort. 12:37 am - 02.01.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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