

MidnightThe clock struck midnight. Our lips embraced. I fell into a sweet place, a sweet sticky sleep. Our love was more beautiful than the Nike of Samothrace, more refined than a Caravaggio, and more profound than a Goya. An instrument, I used her body to create delicate concertos, sonatas, and waltzes.Midnight
Lindsay whispered to me, where are we going?
Follow me I responded, leading her through tree trunks and hanging branches into the thick wood. Night, like a blanket, enveloped our souls in darkness.
We mad


Love SongI have seen it melt and glisten in the sun Like a million damaged hearts Falling In the Wind. And cry for me. Like you've never cried before. I want to see you teeming with life. And falling yet again. Like a love gone sour, In this deep, dark hour. Cry again, because it's allLove Song
Sylvia
Woman
and welcome to DA!
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Gatchaman-Club!
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I guess it wasn't what I wanted
It wasn't really what i thought
I thought it was the day I got it
I want it all to go away
-Nickleback---all the wrong reasons
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