lunes, 8 de noviembre de 2010
And did you know that everything you touch is blessed?
Anaesthetise me just until you return. I feel the loss like a squandered opportunity to whisper you're all I ever needed.
Shapes fall into place. For once in your life you make a clean breakaway.
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