Fridge poetry II
Lucious, Languid
Ocean paradise
Playing sweet dreams
Always remember
Taste
Pictures
Delicate and Absurd
Ache to tell
Our moon whisper
posted by Primrose Maclean | Tuesday, January 18, 2005
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