keep this secret, that portia writes here.
frequently? varibly, clumsily.
it's not a task, or a mission of refinement, really.
it might not even be, for a certain somebody.
and another thing, to a degree,
she writes like it's espionage, decipherable only maybe.
though written sincerely, dont believe,
anything you read, completely.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
can you take me back to that place where stars glow? comets swarm like fireflies outside your window.
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