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photographs and memories a Jim Croche song called Photographs and Memories takes me back to tapes in my head that are so sad when they are not shared, but bliss when they are shared... it's like remembering our dearest loved ones who've died, bittersweet, but still so sweet...
or someone I used to be, or someone I used to love, or all three you remind me of some place, or somewhere I used to be, or somewhere I used to love, or all three you are someone I've fallen in love with before someone I thought I would love evermore someone I may never know for sure someone who lives at my core fantasies are beautiful memories as well... and I love it when I find someone who can inspire me to not only remember, but to feel passion and hunger to love, to kiss, to touch again... kissing used to be my absolute favorite sport... no wonder I've gained some weight in these lonely years (insert wry chuckle, or something)... know the feeling?... like you've seen her (or him) before... you see someone who, without a word, sometimes out of a still photograph, screams passion and lust at your core... an image that wakes you up inside and leads you to hungers and dreams you've never known before... that first-time feeling that is what we call falling in love... that hope that everything can be brand new again... "i will carve your name into the roof of my mouth so that i can trace your name with my tongue while i sleep."oh yeah...
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |