-written on a thursday, the day before friday
Tommorrow I'd see her,
I wish I could see her,
Her with that graceful hair,
Her with that innate glare.
And all you could possibly do is stare.
I'd wish that I'd see her tommorrow,
As I've seen her before.
Then I'd tell her that her beauty overflows,
But then again, what for?
01/29/09
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