This is no attempt at materialism, thats clarified.
I crave for somethings not to hide.
Living raindrops from the sky, people to pretend like they cry.
Perhaps some guidance from a fly? but why? Sigh...
For restless nights and Days of Fun the Moon left the stars as a rose for the Sun.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
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