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Sign to meWe sit here, on this park bench,Sign to me
As we do every night, and you speak to me. And, as always, I watch in wonder as the words spill,
Not from your mouth but from your hands, in an elegant dance. Your eyes shine as your fingers move easily through complicated patterns That would make my clumsy hands stumble over words Like a stutter.
Your gestures are small and elegant, While mine are large and unpolished; You say that it looks like Im shouting. I blush and apologize, But I cant help it, My emotions just tend to spill out through my fingertips. Some


whiskey on your breath Hey, I just wanted to say that I never really liked whiskey. You did though, so when you would pour me a glass (one finger for me, two for you) Id drink it. Even though it burned my throat as it went down, made my eyes water, and made my mouth numb Id always drink it. Those little coughing noises I would make after I took a sip made you laugh. I would glare at you over my glass and wish that my stomach would quit rolling so violently.whiskey on your breath
I knew why You never wanted me around when you went to go buy your liquor. You tried to tell m
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"Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amid joy." Arthur Helps
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"Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amid joy." Arthur Helps
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Mi galeria en DA: [link]
Wanted to stop by and tell you thanks for the
Bobby
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~You Must Be The Change You Wish To See In The World. ~ M. Gandhi~
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"Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die" - Mel Brooks
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"Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die" - Mel Brooks
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Make Every Word Count.
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