

Last Time in Strawberry FieldsUnder the shield of autumn gold leaves, she sang, knees swaying. Sing for John, she told us. Sing for everyone. Her purple shrouded arms waved, joining her kneesLast Time in Strawberry Fields
as though her dance alone would cure the country. The candle's for you, she told a man beside her. From John. She said she had a home, but we wondered where
and how. Her daily arrangement, when she arrived, was laid around the circle, roses plump and crisp, the candle blown out only when the park lamps lighted
at night. She told us of the police and her battle to keep John's flowers from being swep
Raise It Up
thx for the add
hows it going?
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-caitlinn melo
Last night you were in my dream and I sold you my shoes. So that reminds me, do you want my shoes. I'm giving them all away and there are some that might make you happy. IN FACT! If there's anything I have you want then it's yours!
Love,
Satwant
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i believe in soul mates. ~NaujTheDragonfly
Please see all of my gallery, i think you'll find other pistures that you might like.
Gallery:[link]
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Features/Destaques -> LC Journal
(I'll check out your gallery for more)
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I'll never be gangsta enough for you.
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I got bored...
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