baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cloudbreak I can't wait to breath the air of my home. To bury my nose in the scent of her skin-to stir my identity in with hers and replace the air the separates us with her arms. To inhale her voice and mix it with this blood so blue. I wish I was more of who we are when we're together. 9:04 a.m. - 2003-02-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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