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VirgilGod




15, Romania, Bucharest.
If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land,
If my love were desert, you could see only sand,
If my love were a star- late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings, I'd be soaring in flight.
Die die my darling
Tristetea dauneaza :-/

Deep

April 22, 2014 With 14 notes × PERMALINK
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