June 25, 2007


Words pour, reflected over walls of the world and the mind, they pour. With no complaints, I carry them around inside myself while that tender picture is missing.

Posted by Shervin at June 25, 2007 12:07 AM

You are a beautiful person. Your writing touches y heart everytime.

Posted by: Mystique at June 26, 2007 05:47 AM
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