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By Ali Date: 2007 Aug 16 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.16.17.11.1823]] |
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I let it go, I let it go-- and now I can't, and I can't take it back, either. There was too much allure, then not enough, just inverted sound in the space of "what-if"-- so I called you, and left you a message I can't take back. I like you. (I love you.) I miss you. I need more. I know-- if you truly care... it won't matter that I'm bruised, it won't matter that I'm impulsive, it won't matter that I'm a just shy of tomorrow's train wreck. It won't matter, because I do. |