Open-ended roads, long highways, and
memorable bike rides....
...and yet, I am still waiting of that
one bike ride on my favourite red Pulsar
wonder when that day will come! ;)
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Born of fire, forged in light, Drifting through the endless night. Ancient stars that lived and died Left their dust where we reside. ... -
A poem dedicated to kids of narcissistic parents** They call it love, they call it care, But in their grip, you gasp for air. A silen... -
You tell me you love me, yet your eyes look past my face, searching for someone who lives only in the silence of memory. Your arms are wa...
Hey! Saw you have like the Bookreview's page of facebook. Your invited to come to the weblog too
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tks! :D Sure I will!
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