Glasses

Forest Memories I leaned on the tree alone in this forest thinking to myself the moon light hitting upon my pale skin.Your hand rests gentlyForest Memories
on my bared shoulder & i can feel your warm breath on the back of my neck. i turn to face you feeling my heart pounding as if to
break my rib cage & just hold you. you slide your arm around my
waist, like all the times before. i wrap my arms around you & my
emerald eyes are locked in a gaze into your ice blue ones. your
fingers run through my silky long black curls & your lips gently
caress mine. oh how i love you dearly & how i feel so save in
your arms


The Musicianyou asleep to music so soft, like fae fluttering over finest crystal, wings vibrating against air to form these sounds which enthrall you so. you're curious, and so you should be. after all, it's just music, isn't it? of course it's just music, harmlessThe Musician
sounds, you can trust it, because it's much MUCH too pretty to be of me, yes? in fact, i won't even be here, i'll allow you to listen in peace. please, sit, enjoy.
she sits, a lone chair in cold emptiness. and so the show starts, a lone cellist, with bow in hand, he starts to weave. long slow sad notes echo forth from their wooden coffin, their make a picture of gray grimne
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00:31:07 <Spiff-Johnson> I'm gonna start putting fried eggs on ugly girls to see if it makes them more appetizing.
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You held my heart gently in your hands.You brush your fingers over my cheek.You stare me straight in the eyes & say that you love me.but what if you drop my heart?
----Alicaneice Silverstorm, December 6th 1608
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You held my heart gently in your hands.You brush your fingers over my cheek.You stare me straight in the eyes & say that you love me.but what if you drop my heart?
----Alicaneice Silverstorm, December 6th 1608
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