Mysteriously Brooding
Originally posted on Speck Of Gold:
So why does it burn, And sting in the darkness of night? In my bed, I twist and turn Reciting my regrets and fears Like a sadistic…
Originally posted on Speck Of Gold:
So why does it burn, And sting in the darkness of night? In my bed, I twist and turn Reciting my regrets and fears Like a sadistic…
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Originally posted on Wildflower Women:
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