Outside the Monte Carlo - did NOT throw a single quarter in there.
( mainly coz i knew i had what i wanted and i didn't want any one/thing else more )
Friday, June 23, 2006
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You danced with fireflies in the cool of your summer breeze; As I lay shivering in the snow of your mind-freeze; You jumped the orbits from a bitter lie to a better life; As I just hovered under the shadows of your satellite
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