Soft kisses.
Who could have thought to be so aggravating?
Death never watched the Spartans.
I feel, as Brutus did, stuck in Gaul!
And Caesar's words do not convince me to stay.
His words are poisoned with too much thought.
My own carry on the wind...
Maybe...
Maybe a distant ***** shall hear them.
And save herself from a life of,
pleasurable misery.
Alpha-centauri does not concern itself with
these matters.
So neither will I.
GRAHAM MURPHY.
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 6:19 PM UTC
Soft kisses.
Who could have thought to be so aggravating?
Death never watched the Spartans.
I feel, as Brutus did, stuck in Gaul!
And Caesar's words do not convince me to stay.
His words are poisoned with too much thought.
My own carry on the wind...
Maybe...
Maybe a distant ***** shall hear them.
And save herself from a life of,
pleasurable misery.
Alpha-centauri does not concern itself with
these matters.
So neither will I.
GRAHAM MURPHY.
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