December
11 January 2009
His voice as smooth as velvet, His arms are hard as stone, but they'll wrap safely around you, when you're all alone. His neck as cold as ice, His eyes as warm as fire, When you look deep in them, No
we sure are cute for two ugly people (have I found you? flightless bird, jealous, weeping)
do you see, what we've done? we've gone and made such fools of ourselfs
my attempt of the twilight apple. de vart rätt fint tkr jag =D forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.
Im left here alone, trying to make sense of the things you said.
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