

Fragile DreamsFragile DreamsFragile Dreams
Upon your chest, my head lies. Through my hair your fingers dance. I can feel your warm breath against my neck whilst you touch me as if I were fragile like your dreams, lovely and surreal.
My head spins in the surreal ecstasy, praying it's more than lies my mind creates, the mere fragile fantasies, visions that love to dance in my dreams. When I touch you, I still hold my breath,
for fear that's not your breath I think I feel, but surreal perfection my soul desires to touch. Afraid this amazing being only lies &
tiger head
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Creator of Mr. Grue comics.
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may ravenous babies consume your toes
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she's an artist, a painter actually.
see that 'smile' on her face?
well it's her most famous peice.
and i have to agree that is probably one of the best series out there.
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Got clouds? [link]
Feed a starving artist; [link]
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More than just one thousand words; [link]
Got clouds? [link]
Fund my horrible addiction; [link]
^_^....
ello fellow fushigi fan
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