Reminisce.
Monday, January 31, 2011
#9 Needles, Flowers, Sharps & Flats.
Living in 8 degrees.
Flowers;
I love white, neither do I bite!
I like red, but you're better 'cause you're great.
Yellow's the best, for without you, my heart's hollow.
It's unnerving how suddenly you feel unprepared, and afraid.
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