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and i'm haunted by yet another road not taken.Its my purgatory, really, dinner drinks watever, never really that interested but i find myself telling her how beautiful she is anyway, 'couse it's true: all woman are, in one way or the other; there's always somethin' about every damn one of u, there's a smile, a curve, a secret; you ladies are really the most amazing creature, my lifes work. But then there's the morning after, the hangover, and the realization that i'm not that available as i thought i was the night before. than she's gone. and i'm haunted by yet another road not taken... TrackbacksThe trackback URL for this entry is: http://wertpiller.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!59C980108B9D4C04!873.trak Weblogs that reference this entry
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