hopp

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"Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
I remember that time you told me, you said,
"Love is touching souls"
Surely you touched mine
'Cause part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time

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I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said,
"Go to him, stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed"

Oh but you are in my blood
You're my holy wine
You're so bitter, bitter and so sweet
Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I would still be on my feet"

/J.Mitchell.

Petalon update

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Det kommer rätt lite text ur mig nu. På senaste tiden.
Det är för att det antingen händer väldigt mycket, eller ingenting alls.
Jag kunde ju skriva om många saker. Sånt jag gör, eller sånt som jag egentligen tycker människor (inkl jag själv) borde hålla mig uppdaterad om.
Men så fanns ju de där bilderna. Som sa så mycket mer. Lathetsräddarna, de vackra.
Bilderna och handlingarna. Mina idoler. Jag vill bli som dom.

#11:46#

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/G.Jung

solangie

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É a promessa de vida no teu coração

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Baby!
Tack.
♥

con tu rebozo

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ami et ami

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