Eyes of MysteryEyes of MysteryEyes of Mystery
by
Molyneaux
Revealing the soul are your eyes of mystery; A single gaze sparks a fire within me. A million shades those twin orbs may turn, Yet a single hue makes my spirit burn. In life and death I wish them to be mine, For what they see is impossible to define. Your eyes, so full of passion, so full of love, Transport me to the starry heavens above.
Thoughts UnlockedThoughts UnlockedThoughts Unlocked
by
Molyneaux
I
Elmer Butts was his name and yes indeed he paid dearly for it as a child. Now a grown man, but much the same as he was when he was a youngster: brilliant to the point of genius, but possessing the social skill of a stone at the bottom of the ocean. His world was science and he used the powerful engineering tool known as his brain (which he affectionately named Logos) to easily fix those gadgets in need of repair, and, more importantly to him, to invent. Ah, yes, invent
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There's a beauty in death,
a grace we can't resist.
THAT WON't DO.......
.....SO I'LL GIVE U 2!!!!!!
and Welcome to DA!!!!!!!
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>,> Stop being so effeminate, Bakura!
o3o what?! I'm not effeminate! I'm British
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