Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder
Some might call you a beast. Yet I love you the most because you’re not like the rest. You’ve been dug like a hole is dug by a dog, but you’ve risen—like a mole on someone’s back. You’re a rock on a log resembling a frog, and you’re ugly as a hag riding a hog. You come to me in my dreama screaming... Sign in
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