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ring, modern eccentric, ours.
fore-brains are brushed aside...
during le peti mort.
Ahh..then the sweet tendrils of tobacco smoke, caressing the
slow dance, on the stage of sunsets light,
filtered through the moth stained windows.
Our heart beats, change their patterns.
Our laughter sends the smoke laughing also.
Hungry?
Me Too
A peanut butter banana sandwich, for me
What can I get you?
Last edited by ring; 05-05-2008 at 03:16 PM..
Reason: forgot banana
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