Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire.
The opposite of to live is to ...
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER
Hold me in your arms baby, squeeze me oh so tight, baby. I love you so much.
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