my perfection, by ChuKico PrIme 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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