and where it all grows, the great and mediocre not me a one of them, to be a humble hoper
The broken half
thekabaka | 22 May, 2006 16:39
Meaningless chatter for endless pain,
Those merciless hands of beauty,
To fall in snare or refrain
Love a face of tragedy
For the falsehood of a woman
Those merciless hands of beauty,
To fall in snare or refrain
Love a face of tragedy
For the falsehood of a woman
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