Monday, December 27, 2004CharadesHe is foiled by the muse who captures sleep and drags out the night with her dragon claws scraping the underbelly of his fragility without the armor he often wears because she has buried herself deep within his conch shell her poison spilling freely into his pink core, bedding his dreams as though... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 1:29 PM Comments (12) (permalink) |
