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kohakuI have a new GIP* and I am obsessed as hell. Yay!
No, I don't want a life, thankyouverymuch.
How obsessed are you?
By Lisa
*Many thanks to Llanowar who changed the size of this pic. I don't know how to do it, and I'll probably never will. Thanks! *huggles*
No, I don't want a life, thankyouverymuch.
How obsessed are you?
By Lisa
*Many thanks to Llanowar who changed the size of this pic. I don't know how to do it, and I'll probably never will. Thanks! *huggles*
out of the row
Think of people are like planets.
Floating lonly trough the cold space of life.
But then it happend and the planet find someone special.
A bright warming Sun.
And like a moth is drawing to the light.
The lonesome Planet is trying to get nearer.
And under the warming sunlight the Planet beginns to melt.
The life is exploding and the planet blossoms to become a jewel in the vast space of life
But be aware not to get to near the sun.
So the warmig light is spending Life
it also can burn you to the ground
if you get to near the sun.
This poetry is dedicated to my dearest Friend
you know who is meant.
Your