trapeze-act's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My Dusty Compass I once had a window by the bay. I'd sit and watch the ships go by. I'm landlocked - those days have past, and the ships are no longer in sight. I still dream of you, though you and I both have families now. You're always going to be my ship, lost at sea. Am I yours? If I dust off my compass, and follow true north, will I find you? 1:18 p.m. - 2010-12-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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