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ENGLAND IS FUCKED,AND WE ALL KNOW IT ANYWAY
your jewellery jangled as we fucked
and we were with
wind chimes
in garden
summertime
your floral skirt
rode high over your thighs
we exhaled steamy lovers sighs
your perfume intoxicated me
we knew
a hundred
years
from
now
we
would
be dead
and we were with
wind chimes
in garden
summertime
your floral skirt
rode high over your thighs
we exhaled steamy lovers sighs
your perfume intoxicated me
we knew
a hundred
years
from
now
we
would
be dead
Published 23rd Nov 2012
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23rd Nov 2012 11:20am
An interesting twist on the title... after reading the title i did not expect such a nice delicate write of passion with such a poignant end....tyvm
23rd Nov 2012 12:27pm
