White Black Grey
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Spoiled Confection
Spoiled Confection
My desires, papers false confectionary wonders.
Smell drift light winds pass.
I receive poetry and candies from many.
Many are not wanted.
Few are well received if you had the choice of many one would still be your favorite.
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