| To Doo, I write...... |
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Dear Doo,
Something always brings me back to you. I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.
You hold me without touch. 3:25 PM - 3/11/2008 - post commentShare and enjoy
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Description A thief did pillage my familiar. Vagabond thoughts since unbend here. The muse's wistful eye may extract a glimpse, Or elect to veil aforesaid ponders. Continuation of flame, blind to your concrete absence, Vital to sentiments it be not. Manifested in words your rooted essence do I collide.--Loretta Home User Profile Archives Friends My Wall Recent Entries - Dandelion---Audioslave - - Mo Anam Cara - - "Love Is"--Stevie Nicks Friends |