witty-remark's Diaryland
Diary
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I delicately attach my words; strung together, hung like bait; to the line I cast inside your mind. I reel in my catch, only to find the rubber boot of your feelings draped from the tooth of my hook. I cast, and recast, and recast, and regardless the countless times I draw up my own half-bitten words, I still don�t care to look for other fish in the sea.
11:05 p.m. - Tuesday, Sept. 21, 2010
Then - Now
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