Guest guest Posted June 1, 2007 Report Share Posted June 1, 2007 the night is young, the moon rises the Willow tree and I tremble like old lovers, too warm from shared shawls, unable to bend deep enough to touch glass hearts, to shatter the oncoming silence. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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