my perfection, by ChuKico PrIme Subscribe to rss feed for <B><font color =ChuKico PrIme">

The voice so tender, 
the touches so abstract,
you've struck my numb heart,
leaving it shaken - unstoppable.
This simple presence, 
that assures me with untitled promises, 
you, it's you that exist;
the creation of my dreams. 
Posted: 2007-11-18 01:27:44 UTC

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