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  • Kyra
    Disappointed Idealist
    • 24/10/05
    • 22455
    #781
    I'm laying down, eating snow
    My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
    On a bed of spider web
    I think of how to change myself

    A lot of hope in a one man tent
    There's no room for innocence
    So take me home before the storm
    Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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      • Sousuke
        Banned
        • 14/12/07
        • 16244
        #782

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          • giuseppebottazzi
            Opinionista
            • 14/12/08
            • 272
            #783
            non vedo l'ora che tornino l'estate ed i poponi

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              • Sousuke
                Banned
                • 14/12/07
                • 16244
                #784

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                  • lady cotard
                    vagamente snob
                    • 25/07/08
                    • 1636
                    #785
                    - diana. link. subito.-

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                      • LaMadchen
                        Donna in Carriera..
                        • 23/01/08
                        • 3225
                        #786
                        [COLOR="Magenta"][B]Qualcosa mi sfugge dalle mani....
                        File Allegati
                        "Io sono una Donna... e le Donne non distruggono niente ma coltivano, conservano.
                        Io non ho dimenticato cio' che ho vissuto, ho tutti i miei ricordi, soprattutto quelli che ti riguardano, tengo tutto dentro di me".

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                          • lady cotard
                            vagamente snob
                            • 25/07/08
                            • 1636
                            #787
                            - diana. link. subito.-

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                              • Kyra
                                Disappointed Idealist
                                • 24/10/05
                                • 22455
                                #788
                                Kyra32.jpg

                                May the petals become the softness of you
                                May the lingering fresh smell enbalm you
                                May there always be
                                One to appreciate
                                The beauty of your ways.
                                I'm laying down, eating snow
                                My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                                On a bed of spider web
                                I think of how to change myself

                                A lot of hope in a one man tent
                                There's no room for innocence
                                So take me home before the storm
                                Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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                                  • LaMadchen
                                    Donna in Carriera..
                                    • 23/01/08
                                    • 3225
                                    #789
                                    Al via alle strategie...
                                    File Allegati
                                    "Io sono una Donna... e le Donne non distruggono niente ma coltivano, conservano.
                                    Io non ho dimenticato cio' che ho vissuto, ho tutti i miei ricordi, soprattutto quelli che ti riguardano, tengo tutto dentro di me".

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                                      • Kyra
                                        Disappointed Idealist
                                        • 24/10/05
                                        • 22455
                                        #790
                                        [ATTACH]19442[/ATTACH]
                                        I'm laying down, eating snow
                                        My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                                        On a bed of spider web
                                        I think of how to change myself

                                        A lot of hope in a one man tent
                                        There's no room for innocence
                                        So take me home before the storm
                                        Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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                                          • Mitra
                                            Cold?
                                            • 22/10/08
                                            • 2013
                                            #791
                                            [ATTACH]19447[/ATTACH]
                                            [FONT="Georgia"][LEFT][SIZE="2"]Non vogliamo pi

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                                              • Kyra
                                                Disappointed Idealist
                                                • 24/10/05
                                                • 22455
                                                #792
                                                I'm laying down, eating snow
                                                My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                                                On a bed of spider web
                                                I think of how to change myself

                                                A lot of hope in a one man tent
                                                There's no room for innocence
                                                So take me home before the storm
                                                Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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                                                  • Kyra
                                                    Disappointed Idealist
                                                    • 24/10/05
                                                    • 22455
                                                    #793
                                                    [ATTACH]19459[/ATTACH]
                                                    I'm laying down, eating snow
                                                    My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                                                    On a bed of spider web
                                                    I think of how to change myself

                                                    A lot of hope in a one man tent
                                                    There's no room for innocence
                                                    So take me home before the storm
                                                    Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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                                                      • lady cotard
                                                        vagamente snob
                                                        • 25/07/08
                                                        • 1636
                                                        #794
                                                        - diana. link. subito.-

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                                                          • Kyra
                                                            Disappointed Idealist
                                                            • 24/10/05
                                                            • 22455
                                                            #795
                                                            I'm laying down, eating snow
                                                            My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
                                                            On a bed of spider web
                                                            I think of how to change myself

                                                            A lot of hope in a one man tent
                                                            There's no room for innocence
                                                            So take me home before the storm
                                                            Velvet mites will keep us warm.

                                                              Comment

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