08/01/02 15:33:46
>>712
Kiss me, girl, your old one.
Till you're near, it is years till you're near.
Sounds of the dead will she know ?
She wants all told, now retained,
for, cold caves know the moon's seeing the mad and dead.
08/01/02 15:33:46
>>712
Kiss me, girl, your old one.
Till you're near, it is years till you're near.
Sounds of the dead will she know ?
She wants all told, now retained,
for, cold caves know the moon's seeing the mad and dead.