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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

your voice over the phone
till da wee hours of the morn
you sang me songs even tho i told you to shuddup
truth is,
i wish you'll not stop singing till i fall aslp

while im on my way over,
you bought me breakfast and waited
you watched me eat once in awhile
and there you lay, watching me play silly games on the computer
you came next to me and helped me w it
you snacthed all da pillows and bolsters away from me
and didnt want to share
you sang when da music stops playing
you showed me magic tricks
but i laughed at you becos dey were so obvious
you showed me skool photos and everything else
a quater past five,
you cycled me to da bus stop
there i stood,
holding, feeling, the cool breeze against my face





if i could fall, into the sky
do you think time, would pass us by