Don't know wut to call this...., by Destiny Subscribe to rss feed for Destiny 

The sweet eroma of honey fills our nostrils
The sound of giggling children form a small smile on our
faces
Slowly the tear bound faces unravel from there oringal form
into a plate full of wonder....


   Not my best writing>>>>>
Posted: 2007-07-29 22:26:22 UTC
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