Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Morning poem

I'm playing my best
Her sweet screams
It's endless pleasure
And it's joys is forever
I'm playing her hard
Singing with her pitch
We end it
With a lasting echo
I love my guitar..!
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False fear

There is a figure they said She talks to me It's a mischievous voice I can't deny that love They say she is pretty Smart and wa...