You give me a fistful pain,i shall sell you some dreams;
dreams in red, blue, green. which one you need, dear soul?
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Cheerios
Memories; derelict, cloisters-, the moment we nutrify the immiscibility of the uncommon essences between "Us". --- Fiery blood cells sear pauses in veins. --- Lachrymal "Cheerios" endures, when Love eludes in Infidelity.
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