I point.
A bit of 'needle has punctured the my skin. The index hour bleeding: a small drop of blood that seems almost eager to get away from me.
E 'red. Of that I recognize my dark red, full of pride and strength. I wish I could read in that blood to figure out if that stunning I feel it is a disease. And
'his voice makes me so? ... Just a voice? ... Or are the words? In the crowd of words that tells me every now and then a fall that cuts your breath ...
I love her words.
What's in this blood? Keep out blood. He wants answers too?
- "I do not know what to say! Stop ... please."
And then laughs: She laughs. Ride so well that seems to music. But no answers. Even she has answers.
He said: "Believe it. Believe me."
Within this there is a little bad blood, that grows out of control.
I got a hunger for excitement. Greed is only a shadow of her.
The blood still comes out.
Appearance. Maybe I'll die
bled.
Even when the blood does not come out anymore.
A bit of 'needle has punctured the my skin. The index hour bleeding: a small drop of blood that seems almost eager to get away from me.
E 'red. Of that I recognize my dark red, full of pride and strength. I wish I could read in that blood to figure out if that stunning I feel it is a disease. And
'his voice makes me so? ... Just a voice? ... Or are the words? In the crowd of words that tells me every now and then a fall that cuts your breath ...
I love her words.
What's in this blood? Keep out blood. He wants answers too?
- "I do not know what to say! Stop ... please."
And then laughs: She laughs. Ride so well that seems to music. But no answers. Even she has answers.
He said: "Believe it. Believe me."
Within this there is a little bad blood, that grows out of control.
I got a hunger for excitement. Greed is only a shadow of her.
The blood still comes out.
Appearance. Maybe I'll die
bled.
Even when the blood does not come out anymore.
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