i cut it to just where you liked it. there were 2 1/2 feet of it.
i dreamt of you last night. were you frowning?
the last time we met you were.
i want to send you all the love letters the world has composed
because my throat is dry.
a lump crept up it
while i dreamt of you
Thursday, 18 September 2008
my stupid hair is so '82 (or '62...)
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very poignant.
i've been wondering about your hair.. :) how long is it? does it grow out and you have to get it redone?
i couldn't smile. i could barely feel at all. it's not real. it's not happening. except now that i'm writing it is. i don't remember the last time i cried. a tear on each cheek.
you are so important to me.
you are so important to me.
you are so important to me.
xx
as you are to me, my love.
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