Bedlam Lane and the gasworks, and a freight line running through. Red terraced houses, two-up, two-down, with the sound and the distant view

Nope, still got no idea what this is about!

sweet memories held her hand through the long starrred night a whisper of a face carried into the moonlight streaming thoughts lacerating confused mind and cat rub miaw against bare legs

Chapter Nineteen

The sound of your breath, moving the Depth of my Sea. Ocean tides of love. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Surrender to me ! Light I bring and some darkness. Fallen Angel's Bliss.

Chinese poems

Chinese poetry

They tell me guilt is normal...when things like this happen.