

PsukeI wear a crucifix, wrapped around me tight, That shines with a clarity only comparable to your eyes. It burns holes in my skin, with a fire which consumes me, While I sit alone, only with my closed soul and scarred mind.Psuke
How I wish that words could flow, But I see now that you will never know, How very much your words hold for me.
To speak is to burn, to love is to writhe.
Blithe light, find me!
how r u? i miss you so much
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peace
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"What're you going to do," laughed the dragon, "arrest me for smoking?" -unknown
"Draco Dormiens Nunquam Tittilandus"
or in english "Never tickle a sleeping dragon"
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peace
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"What're you going to do," laughed the dragon, "arrest me for smoking?" -unknown
"Draco Dormiens Nunquam Tittilandus"
or in english "Never tickle a sleeping dragon"
:link[link]
dru
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