..:: The Willowed Piccadilly's ::..

Centerfolds of an estranged lost mind rambling on the distances of close encounters and muffled dreams. As the clouds fade, it all becomes clearer. Move along now children, the time is soon to come.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

..:: DOLL ::..


He lay over looking the doll not breathing
He looked over as the doll breathe
The breathing doll lay over as he looked
The doll looked over as he lay there breathin
Look as the doll lay him over breathing
He lay not breathing as the doll looked over
Over ! The doll layed him over not breathing !
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