quarta-feira, 19 de novembro de 2008

We Will All Laugh At Gilded Butterflies

You look beautiful, as usual. But so agressive against me, again. You left the room the other side.
Why?
Terrific gray shirt. Your hair look gorgeous, nicely cutted.
But u are tired. I can see.
The spiritual book you lent... poor one. U are so mystical.
Waste of time.
Only love could save you.
Poor girl.
Poor me.

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