The silence is the strongest shout
luaDark - 04-03-2004 12:52:53 | Categoria: Dorian Cleavenger
I am fallen.
I cannot move my body, alone my view.
This it begins to be clouded and of my hands are born thorns that threaten to become a rose black.
The first one and black only rose natural size with drillings in the face.
I think about breaking the glasses of them twisted windows and to cut a to a the veins of my arms and my neck.
Also I think about the last hug that we gave us before leaving and of its breathlessnesses al term of it perspired cavalcade.
My hair this dirty one and adheres to my face as that of a newborn.
Kamasutra
I cannot move my body, alone my view.
This it begins to be clouded and of my hands are born thorns that threaten to become a rose black.
The first one and black only rose natural size with drillings in the face.
I think about breaking the glasses of them twisted windows and to cut a to a the veins of my arms and my neck.
Also I think about the last hug that we gave us before leaving and of its breathlessnesses al term of it perspired cavalcade.
My hair this dirty one and adheres to my face as that of a newborn.
Kamasutra
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