 | | 26/08/2011 00:35
Sur le blog Amy Nelson
catching winks and tambourines,
Hello wakeful wanders, and babies sawing wood. The weekend has burrowed itself onto the horizon. Our sun smooches the shrubbery's bark, and the garden's bearing pea pods. Tonight, I will lick empty glasses of whiskey, and shake my tambourine. The past week has bloomed with midday sleep ins, and midnight wakefulness. During the common months, I'd fall forty winks by Midnight, legs wooing for dormancy, eyes splitting into water drops. During the Summer, unequaled skies embellish our spines. The summer months bring whistles, and wide-eyed moon hours. During the nights, I stretch past 2:30, bowing to the star light, sweeping to the tastes of cookies and spirited...
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