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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

it's a damn cold night...



for the friend who's so full of shit

jl and sh under the tree
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
first comes love
then comes marriage
then comes baby in a baby carriage
tis was a damn cold night
no one could stop the rain. somehow i hate it when it rains
cold and alone in my cosy little room
jacket.radio.MSN."Addison Wesley Eclipse Building Commercial Quality Plugins".cranberry juuuuuuuuuuuice =)
of stalkers and evil ploys. so many random drawings.
no rain dance in the night. i've showered.

THE AUTHOR

graduating. and pretty much lost. black hair, brown eyes, never sick of sashimi.

CONTACT

speak2myhand@gmail.com
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no anonymity pls