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it started out as a feeling, which then grew into a hope, which then turned into a quiet thought which then turned into a quiet word, then that word grew louder and louder till it was a battle cry ~the call by regina spektor

Monday, June 7, 2010

poor little sparrow

i see you, i recognise you, i know your feelings, you dont know mine, i want you not just because you want me, i was wrong on whomever before, i need you, i need a touch, a peck, a look from you, my little sparrow. to eat a soul

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