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Oct 2014
We shed blood in different
forms of red. Others bleed
in words. For that is all we
got to hold in the depths of
our very broken wondering souls.
But if one could ink his skin with
your delicate soft words , trust me
darling I would* ~
Carolin
Written by
Carolin  Egypt
(Egypt)   
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