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Tuesday, September 29, 2009 6:30 PM
when i look up at the stars that are shinning all so bright,
i would hear your voice recite,
a soft gentle whisper, under the incandescent moonlight,
'the stars are shinning for us tonight.'



love,
an incessant feeling.

in my dreams i would see you smile,
my mind would drift away for a while.
your eyes full of simple emotions,
looked into mine and the time goes in slow motion.

the stars are twinkling for again tonight.

shimmering for us only,
shinning down on us solely.

for only two of us are worth,
truly,
deeply,
and full of endless beauty.

once there was me
I'm Janice, sixteen, but really, I'm three. I live in my own fantasy of endless imagination. I like the smell of new books and the wonders a camera can do. I laugh way too much.
And this, is my life.

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