Rich hot creamy molten chocolate... a sin every spoonful....in a cafe along the streets of Barcelona... Ohh how i miss it ...
Friday, January 19, 2007
witnesses in the dark
Blue is the day as Grey is the sky Black is the colour to fill my life by I see colours I see no colours Find me a butterfly So I can crush it down To pound its wings into fragments Into indiscernible nothingness Broken colours
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