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 Posted: Mon 19:55, 11 Apr 2011 Post subject: Dreaming of your tender |
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I do not know how many times a lingering dream, butterflies linger in the bud, the sad wings, scattered stray but you always give more gentle.
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your cold sore of my life, I am fuzzy on my feelings, numbness of the nerves, dull eyes, wake up late at night, unable to contain his thoughts fly to the sky
blankly at a computer next to a man, beat you to say your favorite word, write it, these words, always able to control their emotions, though with despair, frustration, and perhaps still be used after the vicissitudes of life in a person's loneliness. These will be away from your world, there is no me [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and would no longer be a dream to wake you at night.
This is a cold city, the crowd left alone in the silence of a person, that is to me so I innocently asked, the taste of melancholy pervaded the air, I do not envy the birds fish and Death emotional twist. Because I know that there is a saying, life guarding, half their days in the past.
enlarge the memories are kept, it is a beautiful accident in the beginning [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], doomed to end, is for you. To me, the best definition of good. I desperately want to forget that day, you can not bear to look, losing their leaves back, and leave me alone. I remember that day of rain, very small, very gentle.
Why does my heart stop trembling, and why that love [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], that should you hurt a person to me, lingering in your possession the shadow of my mind, this season because of your leave before the change of the extra cold, mixed with thoughts of a man, a lonely ghost town. These you see it.
I go, I've been to every place in the door, those who have not changed, each disclose a lonely place. Those who do not place you, though busy, but I have no strength in their appreciation of the. Only hope that in those places might be able to meet you in, that is, the final fantasy. This comfort of their own.
cold nights, the endless wind lingers thoughts, thinking, I took your hand, through the day together, these disappeared in fleeting love and be loved in all the corners, the spouses of entangled with each other's hearts
that night, and always sent a lonely, lonely people awake, those who do not know ....... I wake up is sleep. . . .
wave winding on teeth, after several feeling of sadness, depressed and hurt feelings, the two conditions but this is difficult.
Festival, a small foam
(Editor: the wandering knife)
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