Saturday, November 24, 2007

Does N Uterus Feel Like



nod to Gwen

O flower of spring!
I thirst for your purity, a perfumed pleasure

Monte
your petals And my lips I'll go crazy
kiss, with love

He has long
You gave me.



a little blue flower, a little nostalgia, a little hope, a little smile, a little ghost, a little runaway, a bit to blow a strand to scatter a bunch tenderness, no hint of sadness, however ephemeral strands,


around a candle waiting to be rekindled.


May your weekend promises to be the best!

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