quinta-feira, 11 de setembro de 2008

my little contessa


she said:
i know that you know that you became the target of my hand... without even asking...

and he said:
i know that you know that you're the only thing that i can stand...





(how can your hair have enough to dance around like that?

and how can the air have enough to blow your hair around like that?)



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