1:26 AM. Monday, July 26, 2010
You're my magic, you're my spell, my pixie dust to all my wishes come true.
The thread tied to the wild kite, wanting more, longing for freedom, breaking free the pressure in the air. We'll get there, we are there, we choose our paths.
&you're mine.
The thread tied to the wild kite, wanting more, longing for freedom, breaking free the pressure in the air. We'll get there, we are there, we choose our paths.
&you're mine.
lovebites!
just a photograph in a history book;
and I believe she had a voice and name.
hello
where the love is
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