the mirror stayed
Sleep.
not fear wandering eyes.
sleep. Neither
butterfly
neither word nor the lightning stealth
lock
hurt you.
sleep.
As my heart, and you
,
mirror mine.
Garden where love awaits me. Sleep
carelessly
but awake when he dies
last kiss from my lips.
1921г.
Federico García Lorca
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Ward's Ap Biology Lab 4
angel_who_fall @ 2009-12-23T10: 55:00
evening was like a particularly dank
wet air from the icy winds have formed simply epic
and cold here in this freezing gloom accidentally discovered something striped, lying in the middle of Prospect
- look, crushed tiger!
- going to save?
- Aha
from the roadway from almost under the wheels was picked up here is such a beast
will now I live
evening was like a particularly dank
wet air from the icy winds have formed simply epic
and cold here in this freezing gloom accidentally discovered something striped, lying in the middle of Prospect
- look, crushed tiger!
- going to save?
- Aha
from the roadway from almost under the wheels was picked up here is such a beast
will now I live
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