Cloudy Sunset. Dark Future.
The city breathing, the people churning... The conversating, the price is... what?!
joi, 16 iunie 2011
My Hands
My hands, they just shake and try to break whatever peace I may find, m
y hands, they only agree to hold. Y
our hands, no, they don't wanna be without... y
our hands, and they will not let me go, no, they will not let me go
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