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Brugmansia
My angel's trumpet loves the moon
and every night I'm by her side.
Tongue a tingle and pupils wide,
her lovely petals make me swoon -
for in the dark, her soul can't hide.
and every night I'm by her side.
Tongue a tingle and pupils wide,
her lovely petals make me swoon -
for in the dark, her soul can't hide.
Published 11th Oct 2010
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31st Aug 2012 5:05am
brief and romantic!! sense some hidden thoughts mixed with relevant subjects... odd in a good way;0 keep grinding
16th Sep 2012 3:23pm
