..ten.. I don't know much you meant to me, 'til the thought of you afar brought rain to my windows.
I don't know much i miss you 'til I unravel toss and turn's shadow.
I don't know how little we did 'til the empty phone booth gives a silent hymn.
I don't know how much I love you 'til words became an understatement.
jason went to ponder at 10:36 pm,
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