Monday, December 27, 2010

Knuckle Is Swollen From Punching

we ...

Closer - leaning against his shoulder to me - we're one of it poured into me - and I know I must be so. Know every nerve, every hair, every sweet pain to heart beat. And such a joy to obey this "need." Probably a piece of iron just happy to surrender inevitable, the precise law - and one `s in a magnetic field. Stone thrown up, a second waver - and then scooted down to the ground. And man, after the agony, finally breathe the last time - and die.
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Listen to my heart ... Do you hear? Clear sounds? Yes ... It beats ....
I'm alive. I'm alive. Alive.
And that's fine. Well, what can I give you the warmth, which it so carefully develops.
sorry ... You little? But I can not more ... No one can ....
Thank you. Thank you for what you are around. Do not go. I love the fact ^ __ ^

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