A walking contradiction of emerald eyes, and ruby lips.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Nightingale
Ascend through loves billowed strain. delicate as your calamus Moonbeams bolster her mottled glide stoutheartedness of diaphanous dwindle in your estuary that reigns of beauty I salute such a crimson death
2 comments:
darling dear.
ashley the starshine. ah, she's remarkable isn't she?
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