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Echo of Silence

Tuesday, October 21, 2008


Your roses are red, My bruises blue
I am dead
Except when with you

My roses are red, Your blood is too
I devour what we’ve said
And I’m addicted, it’s true

Our roses red, Our love still blue
My heart’s been fed
For now and ever, it beats for you
Posted by SLEEPLES PIG at 7:08 AM

1 comment:

Adu said...

was that cake baked at home?? :D

October 24, 2008 at 9:42 AM

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