lunes, 25 de octubre de 2010
I never met you but I knew all your secrets. You'd spill them late at night across the wires, across the earth, from one continent to another. I don't know what you sounded like but I knew what you'd say. And I didn't even know what you looked like. But I knew how you felt. We trust in strangers the most.
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