вторник, 16 август 2011 г.

The limit does not exist

Pictures, pictures in my head. Music in my blood and I can see it. It's like a waterfall in slow motion. The limit does not exist, the red light either.

It's all written on my face, you just have to really see me. Listen to my muted  lips. Save me.



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