Friday, May 09, 2003

smells from my youth have been hitting me this week.
the ghosts of hollywood are back, rustling leaves.
i feel summer creeping in and creeping out again.
i can't wait to dance with you tonight.
i can't wait to roam the streets, laser-eyed looking for that smile.
i'm in love with the feeling that shines through, in your eyes.

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