måndag 6 augusti 2012 bild 1/1
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"I see crimson trailing down your cold skin
why do you want another punishment?
the sweet fragrances that are drifting about
I just want to leave them be
someone hurry up and shoot me
show me a gunshot strong enough to make a hole
I crush my thorny grip
and load bullets that look like ripe flowerbuds
Let me shoot through the soul "
Annons