Direktlänk till inlägg 17 december 2010
Take me to your happyland,
where we could dance in cirkles and write in sand.
See the future in its cold harted eye,
grieve for a second but not bend over and cry.
Take me to your loveless land,
where we could feel empty for a second, and with the loneliness, walk hand in hand.
Meet me here in the cirkle of temptations.
But you can´t get me.
The stor is open for bigger sensations.
konstigt.
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