the gift of night's cloak.
By artis
at dusk starts the musk clothes like husks shed with lust all souls must share love's trust joy is just thus we thrust till we're dust o+ o-> o+ o-> o+ o->-Artis Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 05:39 AM PST 17 • 0 • 8
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"at dusk..."