Literary Week |
How strange everything looks in the moonlight. The garden was awash with silver, pale, but not pallid. The buds on the tall, lean birch tree had not yet unfurled, and its stark branches cast eerie sha... Posted by on Fri, 10 Nov 2006 11:32:00 GMT |
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Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress? Then think of what you did And how I hope to ... Posted by on Mon, 11 Sep 2006 00:08:00 GMT |