martes, 7 de febrero de 2012

How long ... and even redeem my soul from own oblivion ... as you can love the drops of dew .. touch my skin in the morning and evening dry as daydreaming .... knowing that you're not mine burning ember ... my wounds, knife that hurts my heart ..... you went hurt-away that you took with you day and mine life

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