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sábado, 30 de janeiro de 2010

green eyed rocks of soul and shine.


Her eyes... Her eyes are little green rocks of ice. They shine... They shine and make me smile.
What beautiful wings and crowns does have the girl that possess that eyes.
If i could i know i would touch her, and burn down inside.
Because her eyes and lips and face and ears are all fire.
And fire hurts the same way it tastes golden.

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