Suspended
Forced away what conscience said,
Closed my eyes, angled my head
Pursed my lips and crimson blushed,
But all the fuss, to what fruitless end
Cause just as I his breadth could smell,
Welcomed he, my exiled friend.
Closed my eyes, angled my head
Pursed my lips and crimson blushed,
But all the fuss, to what fruitless end
Cause just as I his breadth could smell,
Welcomed he, my exiled friend.
posted by Champa at 7:40 PM
2 Comments:
I know who you are!!! Your identity has been revealed.
u sure... and what, may I ask, is yours?
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