Rendered
 

 
Musings, Rantings, Writings, Gushings and other such -ings, ''rendered'' in my own imperfect tongue.
 
 
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Sunday, February 16, 2003
 
I cherish each little glimpse you allow, that you let slip, that you impart. It gives me a sense of dreaming, a sense of grounding, a sense othat I could walk forever with you and still find a new you around the corner. Please, never allow the doors to shut, never turn your back forever, and in return I will never break your trust, I will never turn my head and walk away, I will never hurt. Simple yet immense promises. But not one's that if you really cared, if you really knew, could ever be impossible.

 

 
   
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