Wasn't it pure dream? every time, they made love,
she feared the unknown; saw omens in everything,
then the fateful day stealthily came,
a black swan he became and winged towards the horizon.
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 12:07 PM UTC
Wasn't it pure dream? every time, they made love,
she feared the unknown; saw omens in everything,
then the fateful day stealthily came,
a black swan he became and winged towards the horizon.
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