Thursday, July 23, 2009

Paintbox sea

So maybe I couldn't read you because I was clouded by what I'd like
for you to be.

Because through your mask I saw you and swore we were alike.

In trying to find common ground between us I've come to admire our
differences.

To know everyone in the world would surely be a gift from God himself.

Sent from my ipeezie

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