Filipa
Saturday, 17 September 2011
Is the smell of your skin, is the colour of your skin, is the way your heart used to sang to me, is the way we used to touch our legs like lovers. For all that we missed, for all we had afraid to live, for all we still can live... one day, as ONE.
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