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Monday, June 18, 2007

stacy had a bicycle.
it was misplaced one day.
he visited her last sunday.
swirls and lines she was drawing.

"what are those, stacy?" he asked.

"my bicycle.." stacy answered.

brust into tears tears ,
swinging back and fro.
staring into space.

He loved her once.
back he went to his new gal,
one who comprehend.

♥ When you think of happiness, I hope you think of me.
6/18/2007 02:01:00 PM

♥ I AM* ;

SY!:)
Gemini girl.Alone.
Impossible ambition: Travel Writer
Worships books
Adores good food and eyecandies.
Loves multicoloured toenails.
Wander Lust!
Do embrace the language

♥ In my World+

    Taiwan Dramas. Eyecandies. Mocha. Green Tea. Sunshine. Assumptions. Routines. Happy Endings.
    Whims and Whispers.

♥ KAMSA

♥ Past