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gretel keyte
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- Last Record: 2013-05-02 02:31:41 +0800
- Joined: Dec 27, 2010
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Forever chasing the sun, her freckles were a map of where she'd gone. |
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Babe,
Happy Anniversary! Roses are red, But sometimes they're yellow. Or white. I t... |
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where does your mind go in the middle of the night when you're lying in bed and the darkest corners of the room are creeping across your eyes? how far do you allow your curious nature to delve i... |
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Alfred used to love tapping the trees Until he got called a honey slut No he just sits and waits for the bees To drip liquid gold in his honey pot. |
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of all the secrets i keep inside, you are by far the most complicated, the most ridiculous and the most beguiling. |
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i yearn for the post, just a letter will do, because your hand on a page, is one more memory of you. |
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gretel liked black magic the witch had taught her well she had no need for jewels now she had sorcery and spells
no pebbles and... |
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in to my witches pot, to make my monster pet;
fur so dark he can run with the night, wings to fly him like a kite, eyes that st... |
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as i listened to the horrendous rain outside, i imagined you here...with me. |
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she felt comfort from the infinite universe. |
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today mother nature must have been redecorating |
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nights like these i wish i had a telescope. |
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wirrow's voice made me want to make a den of flickering lights and twirl around and feel magical. so i did. in slow motion. it was wonderful.