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Black rose that is defoliated by the indifferent wind of your soul ...
wretched soul that one hides in his lie of love ...
love that they will not turn between laugh of his beautiful aspect....
Oh, perilous place walk backwards toward you
Blink disbelieving eyes chilled to the bone
Most visibly brave, no apprehended bloom
First to take this foot to virgin snow
I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
I am a wunderkind
I live the envelope pushed far enough to believe this
I am a princess on the way to my throne
Destined to serve, destined to roam...
"...and demons shall tremble..."
The moon... gray-golden meshes made...
Wow! Natz, that is awesome!
I'm happy to see you again... A lot of kisses for you.
I'm staving. BRB.
No pues si se me antojo... :drool: