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by Burning Silent Jan 11, 2006 category : Love, romance / love is
Fluffy down up to his chin Upon his face a childish grin He makes me smile.... His touch is home. The windows to his soul are open; - innocence. Large ... almost like forever You get lost in them. A little imp posesses him. He feels my fury. But for now he is still, Watching over me. My little angel on the hill.