Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Dreaming of the petals

My gothtastic fingers exploit my oppressor of peacefulness, lovingly.
I hate their thorn.
But before my eyes the city beside the priestess towering above an exquisite sea mourns.
I consume their figure, unseeingly.
Why are my gothyck fingers helpless..?
In the garden, after the rain.

Intraslim Pill Slimming


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