It was the age when we all were trying to create memories.The matter would be that it was all in the film, or paper, or
Sweet texture that you hate Comes to me, as of late Unwraps upon my plate Begging to be ate But surely, I can wait For
“Ah! What beauty!” – I exclaim in delight The photograph taken might give you a fright Yet, darling, don’t worry, I’m not even sorry, You
With all my worries now flowing out and making me all weird and excited and buzzy, I can say that alas this book is done!
Steam rising from a tea cup, Her fingers stirring pen. Thoughts getting over break up Of fictional intent. She’s breathing hard, Her eyes are cold;
He kept his forest under control, keeping eye on each and every one inside his great lands of trees and moss, living beings and still