Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Seamen Smells Like Fish






I went to your hands and look

Hearing not go gently a

Today regurgitate go

And I do not want to hear more than anything

'm his ghost spectrum

For true love is forever

was only promise the dawn of a truncated

why I lied to the dew in the dawn

And the chirping of the birds

That morning return

forever So dormitaré

While awaiting his excitement silent

my resurrection And eternal sleep alone, just die ...




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