Femme Du Jour
Against the Kisses
She Sings Hallelujah
So I Saw an Angel

..Stuff box...I’m fighting tears while writing this But I won’t cry, oh no, for that would destroy My poor outer shell, I’m tough, watch me grunt I’m a guy.. No way will I let my sensitive side show It’s locked away, in a box of things. Things that mean so much to me From buttons to notes Small pieces of rope… Everything about my box holds near to my heart. It has a small hinge, because without it, I’d lose the lid And written all over it are small little things Make me smile… Laugh… Remember… Of the times I’ve loved, though can’t relive Can’t go back to the past One specia..Stuff box...
Devious Comments
Best wishes,
Roob.
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"Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul."
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