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About Me Member New Artist AlabamaSong15./Female/Poland Recent Activity Deviant for 2 Years
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indian summer.

Fri Oct 26, 2007, 9:04 AM
Patrzy, ale nie widzi. Boi się.

Przystanek. Ona uda że nie widzi, łokciami o barierkę podparta. Pewność siebie wymaluje na twarzy przerażonej. On wbije spragnione palce w jej biodro lewe. Przyciągnie. Miękkie kolana jej. Da mu swój oddech rozpalony. On będzie brał, całą swoja męskością wchłonie jej kobiecość. wargi roztrzęsione. Będzie go kochać w malignie rozkosznej. Narkotyczny sen zapachu jego. Potem staną w progu, a jej rumiany policzek wypali łza. On tylko powie: muszę odejść.

People are strange, when you are a stranger.

  • Mood: Anguish
  • Listening to: the doors-people are strange
  • Reading: bolesław prus.
  • Eating: sandwiches *-*

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  • Interests: too much. too much.
  • Favourite band or musician: doors, killer, pistols, kills, happysad.
  • Favourite poet or writer: morrison.

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:iconsvenjasarcasm:
thanks for your comment :D
:iconuniquevisions:
Many thanks for the add! :)
:iconalabamasong:
you're welcome :D

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:iconalabamasong:
hello :D

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:icondngirl:
Thanks.
And yes it's me.

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She knew that her life had passed her by...

And she called out a warning

Don't ever let life pass you by.
:iconalabamasong:
so i guess i love you. ;p

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:iconzewlean:
Thank you for your comment :ahoy:

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I'm not living I'm just killing time !!!
:iconalabamasong:
you're welcome :D

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