Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Is Hand Foot Mouth Disease Itchy




I hope his cold kiss my lips rubbing against
and takes my breath,
the cold steel of her biting my wrists

heat and pouring my heart ...
Oh I wish I
sleep at night in his dark bosom
never wake up knowing that,
approach a blank tombstone

my knowing it and remain there forever
escape from this agony. Banished from my porpia

life is no longer anything in me worthy
stay alive, so close
I longed time, only

run depends on me and it is here, sorry
tear my skin ... And you're here

the last thought,
for my only reason for living
I myself did ...
stay away from me.

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