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2001-07-10 || 2:21 p.m. || a secret. and i think your underwear is in my sock drawer. || because you aren't writing me love letters. and you aren't there when i call. because i am afraid you aren't thinking of me in that feverish almost desperate kind of way, the clawing at skin way, the looking in the apartment for a forgotten shirt with your breath caught in the breast pocket for me to sleep with kind of way. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |