madhatter29
May 21, 2009 19:55
Tiptoes that echo
The floor creaks and more
They tell a story of misconception
Whispers that shout
The truth behind faithful spies
The foe hurts her eyes
Smoldering, lingering
They can't take it, make it their own
Can you find it?
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I'm particularly disappointed with someone.
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