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quinta-feira, setembro 04, 2003
I have something for you.
I don't know what it is, but it knows itself and it knows you. It waits for you.It's yours, I think. I noticed it soon after I noticed you. It fought its way across my life and lay in waiting for some way you are, some thing you say, a heat you have. This thing knows you, it names you, it longs to be near you. Oh, I tried to give it a piece of my mind, but it ate that piece and smiled. It has me and it wants you. I drive it around, try to lull it to sleep, but it refuses to listen to the strange music of reason. Instead, it sings your praises, looks for you in other people's faces. Recalls you, involves me. It's all very distressing. I have something for you. A big corny thing with me inside it, stunned, waiting for the shoe to drop. A thing for you that has taken me hostage and asked for you in ransom. It made me write this note. Carrie Fisher Bruna 10:55 AM
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