you are unadulterated latin
rain untouched by acid.
a pond which has not yet become stagnant
bobbing his nods under lilypads
and baby ducks.
you are the new summer's strawberries,
ripe and untasted
the soft down of blonde that i watch from the
wings.
the hand that i have not thrown from my heart
belongs to one who cannot see it
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confusion.. as normal :)
who's this about heheheheheh
hehe
not who i should be writing it about
but you can probably guess from the hair color....
eeeek
:/ :o :)
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