Feel something i beg!
The camphor in my demeanor tastes sweeter than the salts spread over the eyes of hour dreamers.
Don't trifle, in menial,
spread fires for three,
Gimel whispers; promises me.
Crawl backwards through womb and bough.
Bow forward through the plasticity.
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 11:00 PM UTC
Feel something i beg!
The camphor in my demeanor tastes sweeter than the salts spread over the eyes of hour dreamers.
Don't trifle, in menial,
spread fires for three,
Gimel whispers; promises me.
Crawl backwards through womb and bough.
Bow forward through the plasticity.