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
Erasures...
Infidelity agonizes--- Memories maraud--- Mystic erasures dapple blots to the strayed crepuscules. Glutinous Betrayals reigns over My Sleep less nights within the Chapters Of Probabilities.
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