sunshine, lolli pops, and Hand guns?

Oct 23, 2004 21:53

Here my shadow, there your moon, whispers in my head, I was weak my rock crushed and pillar rusted, you always shined a white light, tripping by the still cool lake playing with an eternity of dreams, i stare into you. the elaborate smell like a storm in the forest, it's her, her hair, skin and lust. mothers milk an essential gift, recalling sleep ( Read more... )

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WOW qweenofthedamnd October 24 2004, 08:21:05 UTC
Absolutely wonderful....

~*~*~* Miss L *~*~*~

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