

Fantasy and RealityFantasy and RealityFantasy and Reality
When we danced with the cherry blossoms under that tree, something beautiful bloomed in me. Something that reflected when I looked in your eyes, like a star that darkness couldn’t disguise.
And with my hands on your hips
And my thoughts on your lips, I had to look away when I felt your touch The ballet’s beauty was just too much.
If I graced your tender lips, my heart would surely burst, But I’d rather drown in your love, then forever thirst. If the future was up to me, I’d hold you forever under that tree.
Impossible…
This is
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Art of my friend: Gary Roberts comics
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when i die i want to be cremated and made into various shade of gray-scale paint.
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when i die i want to be cremated and made into various shade of gray-scale paint.
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It is said that the body is a slave to the mind,I believe that to be true,only when the mind cannot see freedom.
--Criss Angel
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Männer sind wie Zucker, sie sind süß und machen fett
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