sexta-feira, 14 de setembro de 2007

The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us


No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.

Epá... There was a time that the pieces fit...

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers

Pronto.

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