liliya-antoniaWhisper

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Cemetery.(I don't live) in your life nowadays / I dwell in the burial of your former, / the one that came alive upon meeting me,

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Dec 17, 2011

Conjurer.words containing the most addictive of seasonings, / eyes glistening with the thought of love, / lips speaking whispers of enchantment,

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Dec 16, 2011

To Run in the Sun.You see, I cried too many a night / In a room with a tiny tiny light. / Holding that light in my palms

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Apr 24, 2012

Untreasured.you're looking at me now / you're kissing my head / you hold my leg steady

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Dec 17, 2011

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