martes, 20 de abril de 2010

Blood is cold

Noviembre 2009

A Black invitation to this place that cannot change…
The kiss of the snow
The crescent moon above us
But There’s a possibility…
So tell me when you hear my heart stop
Our blood is cold
Tell me when you hear my silence….
And we're alone
But I'm alone with you

— •MEHL • —
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