Oct 05, 2004 10:33
4-15-04
Twenty minutes she said
Until I can go to bed
This is what you reap
Hazing deep
My eyes cry out
“You silly lout”
Dear gentle soul
In your dreams you will roll
Become one with me
And true rest you will see
Sheathed in mystery
An illusion of the blistery night
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love ya!!!
Betsy
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