Wren, Wren
By katraylor
Wren, Wren, come again out to the barley field and i'll be waiting in the gloom my breath suspended, heartbeat held in check by promise of your eyes that full-illustrious diamonds seem in dark of twilight, shadows flee and marvel at you from afar.Just another little "whatever" written in the gap before Principals class. I don't really like it, but as I said, whatever... Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 04:38 AM PST 10 • 0 • 8
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"Wren, Wren, come again..."