literature of the gothic

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Gothic

Gothic
Paradise Gothic

domingo, 25 de abril de 2010

For me

No. ..

No. ..

No. ..



In that field

Buried suffering


In that place ...

Buried in remorse ...


My desires eternal believed if
My hopes sank divine


I professed to me
I believed in my ...

The stars glimpsed a light at your side

The sky I scream and push me by your side

The reason the situation perennial backup to see you ...


Now ....

I can feel your lips ...

Now ...
I can feel your chest ...


Hold me ...

Hold me again ...


As an eternal song

The one that fingered

and raised the gnawed at me ...

Dragging lauderdale


You came to this place ...


That time you saw me moan

and I would not mention your name

I escaped very far without being able to see your trail

And without being trapped

No tilting

Without shelter ...


ambiguous this site

I can salvage something from the ...


I appreciate every part of creation in my ...


But I appreciate the blue ...

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