lunes, agosto 07, 2006

5:13 pm. Escuchando "always something there to remind me" de Naked Eyes. As shadows fall, I pass a small cafe where we would dance at night, and I can't help recalling how it how it felt to kiss and hold you tight. Well, how can I forget you, girl? When there is always something there to remind me.
Recuento del día so far:
0 cigarros
0 chocolates
0 cafés
0 coca colas


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