Misty. I search through your dust and discard the empty emotions. A lone vulture soars so near, it peers at the warmth that made my heart. I made doves from soft handshakes' I should have drunk milk and not gambled on romance. Women will always preach sermons; but a body needs the contents of a hot... Sign in to see full entry.
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