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Post by blackwater42 on Nov 2, 2011 21:03:33 GMT
The dream of the lovers, our sisters and brothers, all wrapped in honey filled sky; awake with the movers and shifters of levers, the question will always be, why?
A wanting of passion outside of the fasion, a feeling of never so high; of risking and winning and gaining and spinning and on 'til the moment we die.
We're back with a crashing remember it's smashing! all what you have dreamed it could be; tender, exciting to you I'm inviting long moments spent here with me..
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Post by blackwater42 on Nov 3, 2011 12:59:35 GMT
The dream of the lovers, our sisters and brothers, all wrapped in a honey filled sky; awake with the movers and shifters of levers, the question will always be, why?
A wanting of passion outside of the fasion, a feeling of never so high; of risking and winning and gaining and spinning and on 'til the moment we die.
We're back with a crashing remember it's smashing! all what you have dreamed it could be; tender, exciting to you I'm inviting long moments spent here with me..
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Post by blackwater42 on Nov 4, 2011 20:51:22 GMT
The dream of the lovers, our sisters and brothers, all wrapped in a honey filled sky; awake with the movers and shifters of levers, the question will always be, why? A wanting of passion outside of the fashion, a feeling of never so high; of risking and winning and gaining and spinning and on 'til the moment we die. We're back with a crashing remember it's smashing! all what you have dreamed it could be; tender, exciting to you I'm inviting long moments spent here with me.. Spelling not so good
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Post by I C ME on Dec 21, 2012 18:31:50 GMT
In frost I do freeze just kiss can you please a spark of radiant light,
'Til warm in my heart a new course I can chart with you clearly in sight..
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Post by Barry SR Gowing on Dec 24, 2012 11:31:06 GMT
The white city, she is so beautiful
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