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Love StoryWe’ve had so many mornings after the rain even the puddles are telling our story.Love Story
A door opening in the middle of the night, A lit voice asking ‘what are you drinking now?’ Burned out cigarettes console the tears that couldn’t fall at the appropriate time and trace years of memory back to Delphi.
Self. Fulfilling. Prophecy.
I don’t remember the story now, but the moral still applies.
You always came at midnight,
slipped down to skin and traced the moon of my thighs without first asking forgiveness &nbs
do you have any idea at all where i can get princexprince?!?
regards from Cairo
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I have been told that I am a surrealist. Which simply isn't true. I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
~Frida Kahlo
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