Friday, April 18, 2008

Son Of Desire Comments

Rating: 2.3

The moon's soft glow through frosted clouds,
Felt tarnished and worn like our love.
Twisted by our desire, shamed by society,
Meeting where the beds are well tended,
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Teresa Dearing
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Teresa Dearing

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Some where over the rain bow
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