Joy
delirium
and
silence
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Silly goosewilly things that make days turn into osmotic nights and vice versa. For most part, this is balderdash that only makes sense to me. May those of you who tread past and understand not a thing, rest in peace.
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Three rings to rule them all?
This is my first time here.. the poem just below, is simply splendid!
Fingers .. hmm .. I mean the fingers in the picture .. are they yours? :)
lucy i really love all of this
avalonian... :)
akash!!!, thank you...
aria, oui, they're mine...
laban, long time no hear! how're you? thanks for dropping by...
Pretty fingers :)
Thunkoo, Nessa.
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