Out on the wiley, windy moors Wed roll and fall in green. You had a temper like my jealousy: Too hot, too greedy. How could you leave me, When I needed to possess you? I hated you. I loved you, too.
(wheelybirdmreee!,
Fri 22 Jun 2007, 17:10,
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