I raised both arms, holding
at your sky's grip.
At the lament.
Silver lament.
Love amidst us, ties a knot in aquamarine sunrise.
You gave out your black chords. The divine lets itself flow in a curvy shape.
Spare out the even.
Handle the tool so I can carve even deeper.
jueves, 15 de abril de 2010
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The divine lets itself flow in a curvy shape.
Spare out the even. me gusta :D
aquamarine sunrise, soy yo o esta frase ya la habías usado?
de ser así, que chiva como entrelazar las historias/entradas :D
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