and I'm thinking about eternity
some kind of ecstasy's got a hold on me
Thursday, September 6, 2012
me!
She wished she had a little yellow house of her own, with a flower box full of real flowers and herbs – pansies and rosemary – and a sweet lover who would swing dance with her in the evenings and cook pasta and read poetry aloud.
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