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Monday, July 09, 2007'♥

it's how you laughed,
the same laughter that rang in my ears since 13.
isnt it amazing;
it's still the same-
those same memoires that we find ourselves laughing to.

it seems like it's only yesterday , we played basketball-
oh, how we grew in -
those games of basketball in the rain , with our sopping wet sneakers;
those games of love in the summer , with our blith ignorances.
we skidded ,fell and hurt ourselves in the games we play.
isnt it amazing;
it's still the same-
the same old games that we still find ourselves in.


it seems like it's only yesterday, we sat on the dusty concrete slab-
u,me and the dusty concrete slab ;
that bore the weight of those teenage angst.
isnt it amazing;
it's still the same-
the same old walls that we still hide ourselves in.


it seems like there's something about you.
something that tells me,
i dont have to fight and fend so hard,
for what's left of me.
isnt it amazing;
it's still the same -
the same you that tells me i can still be me.


thank you, tong.

:c)

1:41 AM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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