- 21st
- 01:08 am: [log] to bury my head, full of pain, in your skirts rendolent of your perfume - 12 comments
- 22nd
- 12:29 am: [narrative] he knew human folly like the back of his hand - 3 comments
and when you're gone, will they say your name? - January 2010
and when you're gone, will they love you the same?