If you broke my heart into a thousand pieces,
I wouldn't take the time to pick them up,
instead, I would leave them there,
hoping that one day,
you will pass by and cut your foot.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
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Some words and an incoherent sentence. A camera and some sepia-toned images. A chuckle and some misty eyes. A book and some dog-eared pages. A scratchy pen and some smudges of ink. Some shiny stones and a dried up stream. One existence and a quest for some meanings...
Copyright © 2006 TinTin
Copyright © 2006 TinTin
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