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By libs0813 Date: 2003 Sep 25 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.25.14.43.14184]] |
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singing cranberries is not as lame as i used to think when the smell of first september rain tinged with cigarettes fumes and your breath are all that i inhale. luna and her jewels humming, peeking behind the red clouds wouldn't miss this moment when we steal a lifetime of friendship for this kiss, this night knowing we owe it to a song called love. |