someone spoke of your death, my dear friend, which is why i put your issue as the starting post... when someone spoke of your death, it brought me tears, and i remember how often we ran the sun down together with our talks... somewhere you have long been dust but your nighingales live on..
Though the Death World claws at everything, it will not touch them....
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rina... i m not trying to b mean.. but....May i make a suggestion? GET OUT OF IT babe hope u will understand me..Hugs. DORA
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