Did the universe pass through your soul when that beautiful womans eyes connected with yours, when words were around you like someone elses snow. Two souls warming the blizard of a canvas of silk, who's artist's painful kisses parch the lips of hunger with a sepia love.
2006-08-27
03:48:08
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It's morning now, Oh my head, drinking makes me write a load of ....!!! Verbal dihorea, hope for forgivness, what is that man talking about, infringment of my own twaddle?
2006-08-27
17:17:05 ·
update #1
It's morning now, Oh my head, drinking makes me write a load of ....!!! Verbal dihorea, hope for forgivness, what is that man talking about, infringment of my own twaddle?
2006-08-27
17:17:11 ·
update #2