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Friday, September 7, 2007


Dear Friends,


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Your heartbeat is pulsing at night in your chest. It's gold and it's glowing with all the life you have left. I received your words from hospitals where you felt alone. Your words like smoke, they made me sick but they kept me warm. Run where you'll be safe. Through the garden gates. To the shelter of magnolias. Your eyes are like sea glass, so weathered and worn. From all they've seen of adolescence torn. The lovers who have tainted you, they pulled you into the night. They touched your skin with velvet gloves and made you feel alive. Run where you'll be safe. Through the garden gates. To the shelter of magnolias. There's not much time. The blush in the sky begins to fade. You are weathered and worn. Your petals soft and torn. The fading color. You have bent your shoulders. To hold the weight of the world. You will surely shatter. Run where you'll be safe. Through the garden gates. To the shelter of magnolias. There's not much time. The blush in the sky begins to fade.
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The Hush sound has been playing constantly in my house. I adore them. Their music I wondrous. It quenches my wanderlust.

I still have to finish my Career and Life Management homework; I do believe that I will have ever so much fun with it.

I discovered that when I try to fight a person who has 90 pounds on me, that it ends up with my being thrown over his back to be carried. It’s not fun.


That is all I am boring. I bid you adieu. ♥


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