

In my headIn my dreams, We are still lying in bed. Our clothes speckled on the floor,In my head
You are ice-cold,
Against my warm skin.
Wallowing, laughing, kissing, On the Stale apartment floorboard. Sent of cinnamon and sandalwood.
The heart-felt I love youÕs, And your cigarette ash. The smoke rings that form In the mid-winter air.
I can feel your heart beating. We can sense things that our
Eyes cannot see,
Beyond the still-city haze. Delicate, sweet and flawless. Your hand were clasped with mine
As we mad
sarah
Afflicted for my bad English, but I'm a small Frenchwoman lol Pretty gallery !
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>> But We sing ! [...] Yeah We Sing ! [...] Sing Without a reason !
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My Avie made by Aminako
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Ka'hena'she.
Ka'hena'o'she-ka'hena'a'she
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Ka'hena'she.
Ka'hena'o'she-ka'hena'a'she
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"boy who go's to bed with itchy butt wakes up with smelly finger"
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