Oct. 14th, 2005
I'll to my truckle-bed. . .
Oct. 14th, 2005 10:37 pmAs soon as I update.
The computer's name is Mercutio, as it is often the conduit of good advice well couched in witty banter.
A lovely girl wrote me this (
emptyegg ):
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Peering through
The lines you wrote
Like looking between
The bars of your cage.
But really
It’s not so difficult
Cause when you are staring through the same bars
Of the same
But not exact
Cage
Things all look the same.
And looking at you
Between the lines that you wrote
Is like looking at me
Through my own lines.
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I think I'm in shock. And maybe in crush.
The computer's name is Mercutio, as it is often the conduit of good advice well couched in witty banter.
A lovely girl wrote me this (
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Peering through
The lines you wrote
Like looking between
The bars of your cage.
But really
It’s not so difficult
Cause when you are staring through the same bars
Of the same
But not exact
Cage
Things all look the same.
And looking at you
Between the lines that you wrote
Is like looking at me
Through my own lines.
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I think I'm in shock. And maybe in crush.