DREAMS. WISHES. AND PRAGMATIC TRUTHS
sábado, 16 de janeiro de 2010
unsuspecting victim.
How could you
Let me crying
And weeping
Lying on the floor
Crawling,
Trying
To scratch the door.
Alone.
How could you murder my soul
And leave her
By herself
In dark streets
Where there’s no wind
Or sun.
And now she is
Vanishing
Dying
Alone.
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Pat R
16 de janeiro de 2010 às 18:02
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