Memories, all I can give.
To chatter on, like lovebirds, moments spun in time, memories all built up and future hopes intertwine. The secrects kept within my heart, torrid, set on fire... but to be with with out a doubt is my deepest darkest desire. You bring the sun out, you are my rain, my desparation, loss of self twisted engraved pains... you are my scars, demented ( Read more... )
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