18.07.2011

Imagine...

Free of fall we stand above the hour of glass.
We try as tall one on this pure love grass,
to ink one's to seconds red orb.
Will we find our emotional coord?

Blast the door of the fearness
to touch with gentleness.
Do you feel at least little
better than mittle?

I'm afraid I can't be any of help,
this of bear kind whelp,
would like to hug
you in the matter of full love mug

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