20 марта´08 18:20
Where is the story I wrote last night on your body?
When you are sleeping I like you to become my pain.
Yesterday I saw by my window you or somebody
Looked at me and vanished in the rain.
You are my dairy when you are sleeping.
Your flesh and blood are hearing my whispering...
You are my mirror when you are looking at me...
Just ask for yourself, what do you mean for me...
Do you remember the time I thought it's smart?
You are the member of my loving heart.
You were the hero... You killed the ghoul.
And only you, my fireman, put out my burning soul...
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