Your darkened eyes throw mystery / But your lips are void of history / You could not imagine that it could happen this way, could you / I will give you dreams and I'll tell you things you'll like to hear
Canadian by choice. Online since 1989; more than a little burned out on the Internet. Cat-loving English teacher with the best husband ever. Weightlifter. Knitter. New mother of a beautiful baby Clara.
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Dear Clara,
I'm sorry I broke your dad's tooth that one time. It'll never happen again.
Fondly,
Amber
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