21.6.09
Dedicando
Though I don't like you anymore, you lying, trying waste of space.
Before our innocence was lost, you were always one of those
blessed with lucky sevens, and the voice that made me cry, but
is just the song to say goodbye.
(Y tanto tan agusto)
posted by Ba at 21.6.09, | 
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