terça-feira, 14 de setembro de 2010

What you do on your own time's just fine.

My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know.

And what meant the world had folded like legs and fingers holding onto what escapes me what he has: a better kiss that never lasts.

You said,

Between your smiles and regrets:

"Don't say it's over.

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