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The site had the following in the homepage, "For those Who love to read and write! Dedicated To You, Yes You; Only You! May 29, 2012." I noticed that the web site stated " Ive been alone with you inside my mind." They also stated " And in my dreams Ive kissed your lips a thousand times. I sometimes see you pass outside my door. Hello, is it me youre looking for? I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your smile. Youre all Ive ever wanted, and my arms are open wide. 8216;Cause you know just what to say. And you know just what to do."ANALYZE MORE BUSINESSES
Using Universal Truths to Create A Better Body for Your Soul to Live In. ABOUT ME and THIS JOURNEY. my car needs a new transmission, I hate my job.
Los poetas que no fueron escriben en prosa. Compra el libro en Thule Ediciones. Martes, 25 de junio de 2013. Si los poetas que no fueron fueran poetas, escribirían esto. No es un adiós, es un hasta Tumblr. Ahora estamos en La vida es un camino, cómete la fresa. Un blog donde compartimos espacio con el posCallejero.
Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold. All roads lead to the end and the end is where you started.
Posted by Cle under Other world! Cold, steel-blue lights hum and flicker, flicker and hum. Shadows shudder jump across walls. Phantom movement twitches, pulses out of sight. Eyes flicker, nervous, strain to catch what is, where is. Wanting to see and unsee. Trickle, prickle, cold sweat creep. Pupils, dark, dilate. Heart bump, thump, pumps. Loud blood crash rushes in my ribcage. Frozen terror, blind and deaf.
By the window I stood, this rain drops, babbling,. Asking to let her in, as white cloud. Out there, blue, dark overtone,. Sun sitting there with bright smile an its face,. They all seem to playing the game together,.