Inner shelter
Laissez vivre les enfantsThe night devours all the little children all the children down in the streets sharing their hopes.Laissez vivre les enfants
Walking, ignoring the childish losses pushing their faces far away that's what they all do.
And draw the night aside as you're still walking lighting a few lamps under numerous porches that's what they do, too.
Chasing children away though so pale and frightened that is what they do without realizing they're slowly dying
for the little children break their lives one by one one by one in the solemn warmth of the streets and they end up
Early suicide thoughtsYou can't murder without some love Make love to me For I'll die early.Early suicide thoughts
What is this rose in your mouth for whom have you brought it? Oh, by myself I'll sit
if it's the only way to call you back if it's the only way to ease this pain the only way, when all seems vain.
So please make sweet love to me I promise I'll leave you finally I promise - for I'll die early.
ContemplationMany secrets lie hidden in cloudy waters in silent tombs where children scream and flies murder where fish without heads are swimming on the jetty we always end up meeting each other shedding tears or even regrets our hair made of seaweedContemplation
Oh, many secrets lie hidden in cloudy waters in our sickened minds our sickened dreams and, fearing to be even sicker, one eye starring at my back.
re-born
Ca serait indiscret de te demander d'ou tu es ? ^^
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klaha thinks he's a ghost...
prints
peace in AMEHIKAAAH!
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Well..its too bad....that you're married...to me.
Persian? join ~Persians
Heh thats cool, my mum's persian ^^
Thank you so much for the watch, i'm gonna have a look at your work soon, too
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I haven't seen myself for ages...
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Well..its too bad....that you're married...to me.
Persian? join ~Persians
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klaha thinks he's a ghost...
prints
peace in AMEHIKAAAH!
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Buffy: Angel
Angel: Buffy
Xander: Xander
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klaha thinks he's a ghost...
prints
peace in AMEHIKAAAH!
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Clovers cry, its not just dew
Clovers cry, and yes, I do
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-*- marisa
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