Qué pasaría, si nunca pasase nada?
A (photo)blog about life, love, loss, living.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Light
My fist met the wall, and it felt right.
Your words don't resonate anymore.
The light from the window is softer now..
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My fist met the wall, and it felt right.
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