by Unknown
Jan 2010 403 Views 2 comments
The gift of kiss
lost souls spiritually bound
creeping and scurrying without a sound
feelings so cold drifting amidst
chills and shivers from the softest kiss
creeping and scurrying without a sound
feelings so cold drifting amidst
chills and shivers from the softest kiss
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Posted: Jan 2010
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