Where the crimson skies kiss the stars goodnight - I still hear your laughter.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

I life we knew before is gone
To find meaning in this world
You must travel to the darkest parts of the world
and find light where there is none

for those who have not loved
have not loss

(I can't remember the smell of her hair)
[but i can't forget the feeling of her hugs]

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