that girl.
on the wrought iron steps she sits,
ethereal green with fuschia nails.
listening quietly to the whispers of the wind
as autumn sheds its leaves.
Labels: chew on it. nom nom.
Yanked by the hair and still kicking
The seventh year itch
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
on the wrought iron steps she sits,
ethereal green with fuschia nails.
listening quietly to the whispers of the wind
as autumn sheds its leaves.
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