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
Deal
I had a deal with the rain, It'll refract the sun only in "Red"
And--- in promise You wont shed my joys from your eyes. -- --- ---- I'll drip the sepals in crimson red before "YoU" palm my bare words up being withered at the Dusk.
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