Where Ironic Comes to Die
worms are the words but joy's the voice/ down shall go which and up come who/ breasts will be breasts thighs will be thighs/ deeds cannot dream what dreams can do/ time is a tree (this life one leaf)/ but love is the sky and i am for you/ just so long and long enough
3 Comments:
you are! what happened to the other one? it was quite lovely, too.
mwah kss
Horrific skeet-shooting accident.
You understand.
hee, no that isnt what i meant! the other lovely picture you had up! lower half of face. beautimous
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