Fritillaria
When it opens,
It is a fritillaria,
Beauty inner-side.
Enhance me.
Courage touches,
And pushes of wrist experiences.
Beaded and tricolore.
Bind and release.
Drowning moments of grease-bubbles.
You are memories of.
.
.
.
speak to the dark angels
It is a fritillaria,
Beauty inner-side.
Enhance me.
Courage touches,
And pushes of wrist experiences.
Beaded and tricolore.
Bind and release.
Drowning moments of grease-bubbles.
You are memories of.
.
.
.
speak to the dark angels
posted by Molly Bloom at Tuesday, November 28, 2006
2 Comments:
fritillaria?
hmmmmmm?
i like it whatever.
oh i get it.
very inspired.
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