Rosemary, wonderfuly painted.
Very.
Big and warm, wrapped inside a rose.
Never hollow,
graceful and delicious.
Rosemary, who was traded and eaten with a cabaret heart.
Very red.
Don't forget, Rose, above you there is a sky.
Night (if young) will provide us signs of flavors:
peach trees,
lemon love.
And a purple demon.
Unfortunately you don't choose in this game.
Time does.
martes, 16 de noviembre de 2010
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