john willoughby
March 31, 2004 wednesday - 10:19
i hardly imagined hate would turn to love disgust and admiration would mix uneasily in my heart and in my stomach i dare not speak of you but i desire and i wait for one who will never come with a desire that is forbidden that i must hide and never speak of
and these reminders of you i keep as
i wait for you to come and i will wait until you never come.
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