and I catch a falling star.
under the sun, on green pasture.
Monday, September 21, 2009
running, hiding.
Like a pill,
crushed
.
What they say might be true- trust, sympathy, tease, attention and naive.
Goodbye & goodnight!
I need my special friend, my secret library buddy.
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