My Overseer
June 25, 2007
How are you my overseer from afar?
far away from your pillow scent.
The moon shifts from none to full,
a little more time I shall wait!
How are you my overseer from afar?
far away from your pillow scent.
The moon shifts from none to full,
a little more time I shall wait!
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