the leaving, by Peaches |
to take the breath the only breath the body has to take, to love a lost illusionist and leave him in his wake, to have a soul to reach a hand to close a bedroom door, to drift away discreetly leaving lust upon the floor, |
Posted: 2009-06-16 08:46:05 UTC |
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2009-06-18 19:05:02 | !!! A DOUBLE EDGED SWORD !!! |
wow nice job |