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| tired beyond measure but my eyes refuse to close, shadows mingle and dance on the walls as mournful church bells ring, the sound of foxes passions carrying on the night breeze from somewhere distant, I catch my breath at the thought of the vastness above me, what is to become of me? Where am I going? I reach out for her hand as she knowingly opens it to mine even though she remains in dreams, I take heart in seeing her contentment, knowing my tendresse lives in her, I turn to hold her, lost in her embrace as the darkness finally overcomes me. it won't last, I must face the true dark alone one day, but for now I give myself to her, my perfect other. (theres a couple of new photos in the photos bit. There was a nice one of the missus but she wasnt sure if she wanted it posting up, she's all worried about how she looks when she really shouldn't because she's fucking lovely I'll be away tomorrow and monday, off to a posh spa for some pampering. can't wait. they have peacocks on the grounds but I want to hunt down the peahens, the poor brown boring darlings never get any attention) | ||
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| and I think you should take a look at
http://www.lulu.com/ young man - especially after your mention in the national press today. We are, if nothing, measured by the things we leave behind; and when that time does eventually come for you (way in the future I'm sure), I can think of nothing more fitting than a collection of your words that is not simply committed to internetwebtext Edited by harrygilwood on Sunday, October 7, 2007 at 9:02 PM | |||
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