sábado, 14 de enero de 2012

B. S. O.

There´s got to be someone we can trust out here among us.







She looks at the rain as it pours. And she fights for her life, and she goes in a store with a thought she has caught by a thread. She pays for the bread and she goes...nobody knows.








Well, that night I died
laying in your bed...you say it ain´t so.





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