Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Lady Lovely Locks Comments

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I miss that face. I miss that taste; when you would lick me on the face.
I miss those eyes and I miss that hair.
Sleeping next to you; I felt, as if, I was laying with a cuddly bear.
Such a pity; we cannot role around in play.
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Eliza Stone
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