November
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A temptation for the eye, a temptation for the un kissable lips.
Like fire against our unheated hearts.
We burn in sorrow for the poor feelings inside of our soul. without touch, you put colour into my black and white fantasy
Without saying a word.. I heat without warmth, I become alive while I am already living.
Feeling is good, but only when you are not drowning in it.
Like fire against our unheated hearts.
We burn in sorrow for the poor feelings inside of our soul. without touch, you put colour into my black and white fantasy
Without saying a word.. I heat without warmth, I become alive while I am already living.
Feeling is good, but only when you are not drowning in it.
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