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The Journal of Emily Davidson make me make you
12/11/2004 05:33 a.m.
"i like your hair cut," he said,
his hands tight in his pockets and his shoulders hunched
the way he used to compliment me in hopes he'd make me
fall in love with him, but now words like these only make me
miss him in ways i could have never fathomed in the deepest of my
dreams (the ones i forget by morning)
and, wow
words like your's seem to put an
anchor on my heart
as stupid as this sounds: i miss you;
and you make me wish i could make you
feel the way you used to
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[total word disaster.]
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