A jelous moon and I have the distance:
the night will shed those her it's skin.
And sleep in its dimensions no object,
An armour is pertubed when is its locked and divison
stemmed a claw an anomaly.
13 Nov 2008
elaboratly clawed!
Posted by Jaie at 15:23
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