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just lying under the darkened sky with patches of clouds hanging effortlessly. a sprinkle of stars here and there. a big cookie crumbled moon on the far end.
in this quiet night where the heart is alone, i don't feel lonely. coz there's someone at home, waiting for me.
waiting for me to come home.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Posted by Edison Justin Cross at 1:28 AM
Labels: philosophy
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