Charis Vera's
Pencil sketchings and lip crashings
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
1984
It was a only an 'opeless fancy,
It passed like an Ipril dye ,
But a look an 'a word an' a dreams they stirred
They 'ave stolen my 'eart awye!"
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