30 juin 2010
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She holds my hand when
I'm locked underground
Makes me feel like
a child in front of the forgotten magic
She changes earth into music
when I can only
hear the noises of the imperceptible
Remotes reality and doesn't put sense in distance
She is Able to believe Scaring in after death
Her body is my stage
Her belly-button the place my dreams come true
Talented in life witch of art in the infinity
Dangerous feeling of safety
Exciting power of Elements
Tonight I was dying on her skin...
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