#666051 added November 12, 2009 at 6:09pm Restrictions: None
Mar Rufe On Ceto Om'
Mar rufe on ceto om,'
every day in a room on a sofa,
the light skipped hopped
around the eamed dark;
a self except
a guest in sun;
he's now gone.
the branches see the way.
he's in his mood;
gone away in a book.
serves you cold;
ervies awake away;
my thinking of him
coming home in a sense;
cause for a life together,
four hours before,
the most I hear is powder.
he's in the room
from three 'till one;
stays none.
say unser afresh;
x l rao in Ehre;
hours to
you my pure boyfriend;
conversation,
then off to somewhere.
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