could what be more beautiful
than, unbound, ivory fingers
caving tingling
filigree complete and softly
intricate on the mechanism
breathing dying
in spRing slowly handstitani(
)cally imp there feathering
living smiling
big chestnut eyes the summers
got about her face a lot like
glinting shying
the star scaled meter of the
last night i was in with
you. where we were forever
scalding lying
Apr 13, 2011
Apr 13, 2011 at 7:15 PM UTC
could what be more beautiful
than, unbound, ivory fingers
caving tingling
filigree complete and softly
intricate on the mechanism
breathing dying
in spRing slowly handstitani(
)cally imp there feathering
living smiling
big chestnut eyes the summers
got about her face a lot like
glinting shying
the star scaled meter of the
last night i was in with
you. where we were forever
scalding lying
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