It was a pleasant passing
the wind ran through
straightened hair
the years wound backwards
ever so
briefly.
It was pleasant enough
brief glance and
sweaty palms
It is already over
again.
It was a pleasant passing
the wind ran through
straightened hair
the years wound backwards
ever so
briefly.
It was pleasant enough
brief glance and
sweaty palms
It is already over
again.
Madness becomes you, when you are sick.
Originally Posted by Hannibal
interesting.
there ya go.
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