Don't know wut to call this...., by 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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