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Friday, 18 February 2011

a horse is not a home


Home is calling,
and it's haunting.
I wanna be wild,
wild and free.
Like the horses,
and the wind.
Posted by // x Deadly Tears x Of Sorrow x at 13:38
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      • despair in bloom
      • voyages
      • je m'ennuie de ce lieu
      • tempus, time
      • star no star
      • painted skies
      • three wishes
      • like flowers in bloom
      • garden parties on the summer lawn
      • look how they shine for you
      • a horse is not a home
      • l'amour et la violence
      • it's hard to get by just upon a smile
      • there are ghosts in the air i breathe
      • love is love is love..
      • on the edge
      • kiss me, and never, never. never let me go
      • sleep is the perfect escape
      • inhale, exhale
      • what is worth living for, is worth a fight
      • i know pain and sadness like the back of my hand
      • and he psychoanalysed that she had an electra complex
      • this house is not a home
      • into the wild
      • a light change
      • so darkness i became
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