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The Lonely Life
Friday, April 08, 2005
Irony
I miss someone I don't know well,
Not seeing him for three weeks has been hell.
My daydreams
he fills.
With sweet
and
pleasant
fantasies.
My imaginary letters of
love to you,
are written with scented
ink, apple scented as
apple is my favourite.
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