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Forum » Literatur, Kunst & Philosophie » ThreadI try tho stay away from this- but body wants
11.12.2012 08:56
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0 On a little bench of wodden a girl was sitting white as snow she tought about the end to come as flakes were falling on her hand I wish my hands were purest cristals which make it impossible to ever touch I wish my mind was froozen too to never have to think of you Just throw aways your useless clothing and lay down in the winterice The girlie popsickle who will lick it now.
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