Floaty as honey, sharp as a prick! October 11, 2012. The girl may not be able to tell between chewing gum and tongue. The start of a real good song. When you lay me on the stones. Skim your hands all the way up and right the way down. Feeling the curves of my ice-cold bones. One touch is enough to send shivers. Down by the crazy river. Wear the polka dot dress pretty doll. Tell me tales of love and lore. Of kittens wearing ponchos please.

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Enjoy! We climbed a hill to watch the world. Swarming, hot, so far away. Twisting grass and brittle trees. Borrowed time in which to stay. I laid my head upon your lap. Your hands were winding in my hair. Blown and washed by summer rain. Skin baked brown by summer air. You whispered softly to the wind. My love is come at last to shore.

For those with a more gothic perspective on literature. In these desolate and harsh mountains, only the strongest survive. But what makes someone strong? Better than you or I. Her grandmother had grown weary of the villagers barbarous and primitive ways.

A life of Demons and Cheesecake. Blog where I post writing things. 8220;You open up a fortune cookie. Talk about a double whammy of disappointment. He does keep looking at me.