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November 20, 2007
Sweet like honey filling up my cup, like soft rain drumming against the leaves then rolling off. You are coming close to me my resistance not enough cause you are young like a first love the hardest one to give up. We can talk until the end hours wait and then they blend out into the dreams weíll have in sleep into the walk along these streets. Somethingís changing somewhere deep I know itís there though I canít see but I taste it in my mouth I sense it around me now and its sweet like honeysuckle on the bough.