Rank: Newbie
Groups: Member
Joined: 3/5/2010
Posts: 2
Points: 6
Location: Paris
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Under the hunter.
The cold winds won't stop
until i'm going underwater.
The white lies you made
sounded like a black wound
under my stomach.
I have reached a stone,
sweet love,
deep down into the hole i dug.
It was a promise I made you a long time ago,
oozing of bruises.
In this sweaty night,
I was hunting you,
sweet heart of mine.
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