From the deepest sides of my rooten heart
a glance of a hiden animal saw a woman fly.
Where was she going?
domingo, 15 de marzo de 2009
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There are many ways to describe myself, and there are several others just to identify me. You can see me hangin' arround... maybe singing... or just doin' nothing, but even when I know you can see me, I can't help feeling allone, and what is worst... I feel fine about it
apuesto a que te encuentro uno (miedo, digo...)
ResponderEliminarjajjajaja!! estoy lleno de ellos.. es verdad!! pero me gustan... es como Mijares... un placer culpable :P
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