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Distractions

the thorn bush has left stinging pink trails on our skinour dresses are ruined and our knees are covered in mudthe garden's delights of emerald leaf and crimson rose capture our shiny beetle eyesand t...
Posted by on Thu, 01 May 2008 05:23:00 GMT

The Moth

The Moth Child My dusty wings tremble too swift for your glass eyes This light it makes me tumble, crash, thud and collide So blind to this attraction it pulls the strings within It calls so I must ...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 08:53:00 GMT