

Carnival of snow-colored masksCarnival of Snow-colored masksCarnival of snow-colored masks
I see them leaving fairy girls with white faces hand to hand with drunken gentlemen. Carnival is over.
Its just me rushing thru the crowd. There is no one
hero in my eyes. Yet still I search.
Elephant man, snake woman, lost existences like me. We all know it, but were silent, Filled with hope we once fall asleep.
He is dancing in there, the only important. He could be hero, but he isnt, neither he will touch me. Sole mourning existences are measureless.
The l

Sean
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1 out of every 3 thesaurasexuals suffers from fatal cheap ink STDs. Please, use protection.
Fucc, or *Camera-wielding-fool, is the famous French clothing designer who is worshipped for her magnificent whanger and a surgically enhanced vajayjay.
By the way, how can i get one of those stamps to my account?
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Pain is a Side of love we choose to live with, you know. Aftre a rainy day the sun will shine, so wait. </3
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One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things. ~ Henry Miller
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imbrigliata ai miei desideri
con delicati nodi in velluto rosso
essenza di vita
su queste dita macchiate di speranza
colpiscimi o finiscimi
così non soppravvivo oh tempo
cieli blu e stelle d'oro
sopra la mia testa in estatica attesa
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