take |
write home about it. keepsakes, they are foresaken.
precisely i have grasped, everything you forgot. take it.
i left. i am a marathon. man.
Posted by on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 21:28:00 GMT |
talk dirty about the right stuff |
My ankle grows weary of her irregular heel,stop and let me chase my composure.I fake my step but never run marathons.Lay your head under my thoughts,that tell all about the sky, and how it prances.Bre...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Sep 2006 22:16:00 GMT |
