August 07, 2017 the moon scrapesthe singe off your backin silk degrees Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments
natasha August 23, 2017 There was a haunting beauty behind her eyes, beyond her sorrow, a beauty that found its way into one’s heart and led them home. Read more
sound logic August 20, 2017 they say animals hear it first the low, throaty exhale of danger tsunamis, hurricanes and the devil you better know under your bed Read more
blown August 22, 2017 to know each breath that creates such covetous bliss that’s my joy, my private treasure Read more
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