At seven-twenty each morning I part from my mother, sleep a porcelain pool of ankle deep water making dreams conceived, obsolete.
Perfect
Thank you, that’s very kind x
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19/04/2010 at 10:59
Perfect
19/04/2010 at 22:36
Thank you, that’s very kind x