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Sunday, April 6, 2008 @ 10:19 PM

lost love is still love. it takes a different form, that's all. you cant see their smiles or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around. but when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. you nuture it. you had it. you dance with it. life has to end but love doesnt.

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