A Cobblestone Heart
Thursday, May 23, 2013
I sit in bed and I think of you. I walk the street and pass the trees and I think of you. I pass the time and I write these lines and I think of you. I close my eyes and say goodnight and I don't think of you.
You are here and I am with you.
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