rose2: | Woensdag, mei 27, 2009 01:31 |
He promised his hart, he lived in my being. Now we are apart, it was a strange feeling. How did it feel like… to destroy three lives, to get your strike, to take the knife? I’m sure it was fun, your plan, so easily done, my malicious man. You’re the definition of a fake, with this addiction, virility is at stake. You will always use, you can’t miss the pleasures of the abuse, nothing measures |
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Dirk Hermans: | Zondag, januari 14, 2007 08:07 |
heel mooi | |
weerwolfjuhn: | Zondag, januari 14, 2007 00:40 |
moot geschreven :) | |
MayadeBij*: | Zondag, januari 14, 2007 00:38 |
Lief geschreven.. Echt zo´n gedicht om rustig mee in slaap te kunnen vallen.. | |
Auteur: masco | ||
Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 14 januari 2007 | ||
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