ecdysiast
of the dead speak nothing unless good
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Wish you were her*e
Yearly and herely
so nearly it's time
for your dark eyes
and just a splash
of corona with lime
"I'll marry you someday"
Heather scented: you're mine
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