Sephyrus
A collection of consciousness with a side of mashed potatoes
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Drunken Poesy
Drunken Poesy. Drunk on the wine. The wine of plenty...too plenty a desire.
Give me a night like the last and I will die in your arms with delight.
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