Baby: now my song's a flood.
Dear string ridden orchestras, on the morning day and night of number in July.
Do you blame me for this abandonement. I have just been living it without a thought to recite. And Since Or left, I haven't wanted to say she's gone. . . So it's been harder to write of the events, the days. She told me to stop praying, that she'll be back soon. my ( Read more... )
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My parents are leaving tonight.
I've always been afriad of turtles, i think i'm ready to see yours.
I like how you said the sky is a tease, because i always thought it might be myself, as a child i would doubt the sky all the time . and predict the weather too. in israel i could, over in america, i always was wrong. at least now america can stay put in the pockets, soon love, ill bring over the dead sea.
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