viernes, 4 de junio de 2010.
I sit here and smile dear,
I smile because I think of you and blush.
These bleeding hollow dials... This fuss.
A fuss is made of miles and travels when roadways are but stones and gravel.
A bleeding heart and conquer every crutch ~

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