'Shouldn't speak.'
By blackheart
Resting in a nocturne warmth... my head in emotion; mixes! On a carpet rose i sit in think, with nothing on my mind, but potential fixes. Yet... i have nothing in my able grasp! and i am stuck. i suppose... it's nothing much. i won't ask. Written January 28th, 2002 © on Jan 27 2002 09:15 PM PST, harry luck 18 • 0 • 10
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"Resting in a nocturne warmth......"