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Your name is upon my tongue,

Your image is in my sight,

Your memory is in my heart:

Whither then shall I write?

~~Laila & Majnun~~

was supposed to file my taxes but that could wait. instead i got lost in john hughes and sunsets and wombat man steals the bits with scenes of buffy. the gals kept me smiling via msn while i relaxed and all i could feel is love.

Poison is right good to sup

When the fair one fills the cup;

Bitter words are sweet to hear

When the speker is most dear.

Full of savour is my love,

Salt of wit, as I can prove;

Very pleasant is its smart

Rubbed into my wounded heart.

And god knows best.

~~Rumi~~

stay sane,

amyemeelea