Friday, August 21, 2009

One Hundred Forty-Seven

My almost perfect diamond.
Too bad almost doesn't count.
"You and me
We used to be together
Everyday together always
I really feel
That I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real
Well I don't want to know"

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