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A Thousand Lilac Petals
And chapters of my life Quotes: Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
Thursday Afternoons
Thursday, November 20, 2008, 3:19 PM
Santa's been tugging at my hearts string

Yes. No.
Thinking. Wondering.
Morning. Noon. Night.
Said it. Swallowed it.
Replaying. Yet to stop.
Secrets. Buried deep.
Thoughts. Keep within.
Maybe. Perhaps, Not.
Don't want to. There's no choice.
Follow through. I have to.
Christmas. Lights. Pictures.
Festive. Love. Missing.
Presents. Thinking. Planning.
Only for you.