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Dreams were Clouds in My Coffee

Youre so vain, you probably think this song [blog] is about you Dont you? dont you? I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee Clouds in my coffee, and...

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

morning poem: writings on the mirror

My love for my beauty
is beyond the heart interweaves
my soul it wrapped and
twisted my entire being
I heart you
my love
Posted by Aleece at 9:00 AM

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