Love
Toybox Of Dead AngelsJune kills the children Of her winternight of love, Drowning them in a cold pool Of withering violets.Toybox Of Dead Angels
I am floating
In my own glass sadness.
Just looking for answers In my toybox of dead angels.
I do not know yet How to make this time pass me by. Reflecting myself
In the puddles on the floor, I scratch my skin
With one thousand silver needles.
We try to soffucate
The afternoons of dust, Sewing our separate realities And embroiding them together Into a silk sheet of stars.
Pull me clos
The Bride In The Widow VeilThe bride in the widow’s veil Wanders through the labirints Of her long lost desires.The Bride In The Widow Veil
The immortal newt Sleeps in a bed of dead flowers,
Holding in his hands The missing fragment Of her broken dream.
I need to run
Down your spine, Like one hundred Shivers of love. He said.
I need to run Inside of you, Like shiny waters Of an endless river Where you can reflect The secrets of you heart. Forever. He said.
I need you to slide Slowly between my fingers, Like silver nectar Th
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Why so serious?
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I’ll be seeing you;
In all the old, familiar places;
That this heart of mine embraces;
All day through....
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Why so serious?
un bacio
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Why so serious?
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Why so serious?
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Why so serious?
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Why so serious?
baci regina
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Why so serious?
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Why so serious?
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