a question to me friendster
couldnt i love you just the way you are...? so many years now i'd look forward to getting to know you all over again...if offered a chance---will she give me that second glance?...sounded offended when you returned my last call...you know how i hate valentine's...and yes i still get so drunk i pass out in the street, or on a front porch...would you mind if it was yours?...it takes a little longer, my body is a little stronger...i may be a lush but im certainly not a whore---atleast not anymore...could i be that guy that could bring back that sparkle to you eye...im so afraid of failing that my attempts at contact seem vague and misleading...im like a baby, teething---ive got this pain inside...a great big whole, bright sun burning from my life...this life i no longer loathe...like when its your child you hold... i could be that man for whom you scan the crowded room for...i could be the one that leaves you always thirsting for more...i could be... everything

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