Friday 28 September 2007 photo 1/3
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No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white, Just our hands clasped so tight, Waiting for the hint of a spark. If heaven and hell decide, That they both are satisfied, Illuminate the no's on their vacancy sign. If there's no one beside you, When your soul embarks, Then I'll follow you into the dark.
Annons