Poetry
These words are my sexy, little red dress
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Holiday Sky
Hanging from the moon,
Wrapped in lace.
Above the trees sprinkled with white lights.
Icy stars mapping out the sky,
Pink sunsets glowing in my dark eyes.
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