her grin was hard to win, but itd make you react, like youd formed a pact, only within, only I knew better, we walked the walls of troubles teemed, and I knew, this was no act, no matter what it ostensibly seemed, what ever she wanted, Id let her, shed as good as was fallen, but the tweets and calls of birds, made those walls, we were walking, create on of those moments, a made thing, made, yes, she used silence, our feet kept our own pace, and the Cardinal was all before, she also used violence, and so we filled the space, I had to turn away, my dear, I dont like passion to get in my way, its just a silkened memory, that cold December, for what I knew, but could not tell you was that love itself, is just a glance you remember, but you never knew the pace. mierda de Toro! Cheers!
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 14:49:50 +0000
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