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Nov 6, 2011:& here we..


LaLaLand
Walk in; walk out..


Dear diary,, Sat-dayy *151111*.



November'sNacreousClouds. 
Saturday.
Bless my soul..
Many alighted at that station.


Withhold the gloss that glistens within temptation of trickling down
convex slopes of unseemly unnerving sheer hopelessness
against time had; time shared; time wasted; time never again be.
Shut two doors. Let the little sigh out the gate & set it free to venture.


Shackles can't hold down love.
Much less that doesn't feel the need for effort to stay.
Or yearn to see; or desire for interlaced fingers.
"Nothing will ever come between us.." -I'd love to feel that again.





TalkingToStars. 



LiLMiss[V]exatious

SyidahAinVeeJr.; 12:05 AM



♫|Nostalgia| |Melancholy|♪