My ice cold fingers
My ice cold fingers
Glide on my keyboard
Again, in a creative mood
Want to write forever.
On the first side, I love the moment
On the other side, my poetry is
Meaningless to myself
And seem to be
Nothing
Glide on my keyboard
Again, in a creative mood
Want to write forever.
On the first side, I love the moment
On the other side, my poetry is
Meaningless to myself
And seem to be
Nothing
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| Auteur: LiquidSoul | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 januari 2007 | ||
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