Sheilds/Walls, by jeanimoo Subscribe to rss feed for jeanimoo

The walls are high the shields are thick
won't now arrow get through this brick.
but, I was wrong for on the day I found
out that you really did want me, it
crumbled right before my very eyes.
Amazing how you still get to me even
after all this time...
Posted: 2005-10-02 03:45:10 UTC

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