You give me a fistful pain,i shall sell you some dreams;
dreams in red, blue, green. which one you need, dear soul?
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Abhorrence
Two drops of rain had changed the whole view through the wet windowpane. Won’t it be enough for me to be purged out of the abhorrence of "Ur" accusing eyes after a teary bath?
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