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My hands are caressing the stones Their coldness piercing my skin, and creeping to my heart The obscurity mixing black and gray My blinded eyes open theirs Everything there is full of sorrow Everything there is crying,, ........................................ Among these ruins of our life I walk slowly, suffering tearing me Flashes hurt my mind I see you everywhere, i cant forget you The rain is falling out, the wind is whispering The world is turning dark, the ambient cold I feel your presence, your arms around me Your head on my back../
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 17:03:55 +0000

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