16 August 2008
I see me... When I look into these eyes I find things no one else ever catches a glimpse at I see this fear of judgment that makes her cower at confrontation I see this hopelessness for the future
Jag är uttråkad då skriver jag dikter... he moved. he flowed. he danced ... Through the house Like a gentle breeze. he caressed. he touched. he teased ... Me with his eyes Like a
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