Entries By Airina
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kettle
the kettle was as black as the wrought iron that wrung its grip around her door. it was a brass door, brass knuckle couldn’t pierce it. even if it tried.
Posted By Airina On 08.10.2010 @ 7:54 pm
decorated
the sky was decorated with stars it bled yellow and blue and the canvas was bright sparkly and new and I wished for you.
Posted By Airina On 08.01.2010 @ 10:03 am
