Glass Soul(c) Singleton 2007SOLD She roseandcamespillowing backin smoke ringsand butterfly trailsthe sounds ofbottles clinkingwatersplashedwine uncorked.And he knewher instantly,Her voicea blues harp in the wind,beckoningreckoningtugging onhis 9 to 5whisperingin barely breathson his night timedreamless neck.And he knewshe knew.....
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