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setembro 21, 2009
Cry wolf
There was a blank sheet covering your face as you mourned serenity through tears (of joy)
I was (as usual) sitting on my corner wishing for you (all the best)
Never have I seen red for so many hours, despairing over a constant beacon, a moving circle (a big dilemma)
It shouldn't have bothered me when you left, holding someone's hand (but it did)
I could feel drops of blood (or was it sweat) running down my arms (and face)
(feel me now)
Publicado por inquilino às setembro 21, 2009 08:39 PM