dimanche 24 juin 2007

l'eterna

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and on the other hand, i found myself inextricably caught in your limbs, hair, and breath, as if in love, or perhaps in lust. either way, the air was cold, a sharp contrast to the warmth that stuck your skin to mine. you looked at me, eyes half closed and words muttered in a broken tongue whispered an apology. but to girls, sometimes, when the world is bright, saying sorry is like saying goodbye.





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