Algodão doce com mel
Coisas e coisas da minha mente.
sábado, 4 de fevereiro de 2012
I don't want
your dead smile, but don't want him to be anyone else unless it is mine.
quinta-feira, 26 de janeiro de 2012
You are my sunbeam,
my only sunbeam. Your eyes are like water, and your dried and old tears will pour on your own soul. On your old soul I pour my tears.
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