June
January 2013
nu börjar jag om
the forest that once was green was colored black by those killing machines
one night of magic rush the start - a simple touch one night to push and scream and then relief
because when we stop and look around: this life is pretty amazing
Her dirty paws and furry coat, she ran down the forest slope. The forest of talking trees, they used to sing about the birds and the bees. The bees had declared a war, the sky wasn't big enough for th
And you, you knew the hand of a devil And you kept us awake with wolves teeth Sharing different heartbeats in one night
it's time to take a risk, sweetheart
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