not much left |
I long for the spirt to hold on to for theses are the bear bones of witch I am.
Posted by on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 19:55:00 GMT |
When I look in to her |
When I look at her everything else gets wiped away. When I look into her eyes I somehow see me as me and only me. But I am not looking at me I am looking at her? I feel the strength of a thousand men ...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 19:39:00 GMT |
Sweet |
Sweet"
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Posted by on Thu, 31 May 2007 14:23:00 GMT |
