Friday, 23 December 2011

We ain´t strangers in the night.

While you were holding my hand, I had no thoughts. It was in the park - when everyone had stopped talking, barking, walking and when I had left the past. A time where the present became the future or something like that. My soul, my-self-serving-your-soul. We. And no one else. Will they understand it? Slide...

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