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When love dies.

When warm hands
turned cold.

When soft kissing
turned to agressive biting.

When mild eyes
turned to stone.

When gentle hands touching
turned to stone fists beating.

When ''baby''
turned to ''whore''.

When realizing, you never loved
my love started fading.

Now
it's dead.




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Publicerad 2011-11-07 10:55



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