Chambre
AND EVERY SKY BEAMING FROM THAT HIDDEN CAFE TO OUR MIDWESTERN OVERHANG (DOES SHE REMAIN AT WONDERING THE COLOUR OF TRUE BLISS?) -I SEE YOU HIDING BEHIND THAT LUCID CURTAIN YOUR INVITING NUDE MEMOIR SPEAKING VOLUMES BETWIXT HEARTS' HIGHWAYS ALWAYS YES, ALWAYS A CHAMBRE KEPT BEYOND DAYS OF SWAIN ALAS,... Sign in to see full entry.