She writes poetry in the sand,
delicate fingers tracing curving letters,
white-blonde hair spilling over the
porcelain skin of her bare shoulders,
blue eyes sparkling as she
smiles shyly up at me from under thick lashes,
her heart-shaped face tilted slightly,
illuminated in the pale moonlight.
She would hate me if she knew.















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I am one of them *FloonsUnited
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"You say flesh-eating monster and all I hear is Easter bunny, Easter bunny, Easter bunny." - Meatwad
How deep the Rabbit-hole?
I love it.
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"You say flesh-eating monster and all I hear is Easter bunny, Easter bunny, Easter bunny." - Meatwad
How deep the Rabbit-hole?
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So let me get this straight. You want to fly on a magic carpet to see the king of the potato people and plead for your freedom..... and you're telling me you're completely sane? (Arnold Rimmer from Red Dwarf)
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Loving you is like chewing on tin foil; rough edges that scrape my mouth, (my heart) leaving me with only a bitter, metallic taste.
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"I write for the same reason I breathe - because if I didn't, I would die." ~ Isaac Asimov
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So let me get this straight. You want to fly on a magic carpet to see the king of the potato people and plead for your freedom..... and you're telling me you're completely sane? (Arnold Rimmer from Red Dwarf)
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