my baby: Apr. 06, 2003 (5:49 pm)

when i walk down the city streets i hear laughter and in every hidden gap i expect to see the fortune teller who said, "i'll read your hand, dear". i wonder if she reads faces too.

nothing's different, kid. we stil don't know what to do with each other. which is why i'm calling you and you're not calling back. we could have fun but i can't look at you without seeing your arrogant thoughtlessness. and we raise our eyes and we smile at each other but it's unsettling when i listen. so i don't know why i'm calling but i am.

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