While am I know news about you,
Most fling, silents ridicules to petrify.
Blood becomes to ice,
Blue cloud as ashen as.
Stiff, frost, namby pamby over a barrel,
Never I predict,
Part at between the lights,
I just pray.
Heart is place for asks,
Coming destiny, it rebels,
Water, earth and air,
Who age of man is takes for.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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