she's dry by the memories of her past . she can't stand much more . she wanna fly over the moon and clouds . Her love was stepped and burned . she is a slave of her mother . she have to do something . she have to kill
maybe some poise on the muffins of her , or a bomb in her favourite piano . NO , she can't , cause is a whore with angel's wings . is the beauty and inoccence detroyed by the pain and fear
she's in love , with a poor dull , but she needs him to dream some time about the wonderfull land that she hope .... and he ... he is so sick of love , they gonna scape . scape at the past . scape at the sour taste of her past...
no , haunted and catched again, "i only have to admit my torture"
but . when they was broke. he , whit all his angryness and frustation . fight with her soulkiller
she dies .
poor silly girl , you have to run . run by the desert , and scape of him ... your body gonna be divided of your own soul and you're wonna know how youre happy . dancing with the sea .
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