Your there, I'm hear, we have a problem. I can't smooth over the pages and iron out the wrinkles. Tape it together or recreate paper from ashes.
I'm thinking we should add to what we have left, before there is nothing. I've lost the connection and I'm sitting at the waters edge looking at you, looking at me.
You wanted to be an influence but all you are doing is monitoring, big brother is right. I'm not asking for bonds, I'm pleading for connections. So just let me know your there.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
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