In the interval, I made quite sure he spotted me, 
sweet sixteen, never been, babe, waif, and bought me a drink, 

my first. You might ask why. Here's why. Poetry.
The wolf, I knew, would lead me deep into the woods,
away from home, to a dark tangled thorny place
lit by the eyes of owls.
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girlsboystoys girlsboystoys Mar 27, 2016 03:41PM 
HAPPY EASTER! I hope you have an amazing easter and you get everything you wanted
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