morning
By lilanais
my hands tied themselves to these insolent christened sheets, and these stubborn eyes now search your shelves for signs of me, and i spend hours at a turn overturning this skewed (and perhaps misconstrued) studied devotion in ignorant bliss oblivious to the quite lewd reckless commotion your cats are making out there Written December 14th, 2001 © on Dec 13 2001 08:17 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"my hands tied themselves..."