If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Comin' Home

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Friday, February 22, 2008

Comin' Home

Yeah, I miss you, think about you most the time, wonder while I’m drinking wine, if you ever did find what you were looking for. No, no one ever really took your place, don’t think I ever gave them much of a chance, always knew it would just be a waste to try and replace you in my life. So, here you... Sign in to see full entry.

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