I don't remember, I really don't. You prompt me, desperate for me to show some hint of remembrance. But there's none. I shut everything out of my memory bank a long time ago honey.
Friday, August 04, 2006
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"Love builds up the broken wall and straightens the crooked path. Love keeps the stars in the firmament and imposes rhythm on the ocean tides. Each of us is created of it. And I suspect each of us was created for it” -Maya Angelou-
I don't remember, I really don't. You prompt me, desperate for me to show some hint of remembrance. But there's none. I shut everything out of my memory bank a long time ago honey.
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