where it goes, nobody knows
a spool of threads
a spindle of hopes
a touch of dreams
a pair of tights ripped at the seams
a book full of tales
a heart sunk in swells
the music swings back and forth
to and fro
and where it may go, nobody know
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Glenx
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They call me the instigator, but I'd like to think I'm merely an observer.
Window is now spelled with a W.....wait I meant O...'wondow'.
ยป I do art in the freebs forum.
Look for me.
Window is now spelled with a W.....wait I meant O...'wondow'.
ยป I do art in the freebs forum.
Look for me.