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*mood swings *

no moodz swingzzzz

*wishlist *

~~:: be a happy person ::~~
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Sunday, January 06, 2008

I no longer have to do without now

all colours are translated

into sounds and smells

And they ring infinitely sweet like tones

Why should I need a book?

The wind leafs through th tees

and I know what passes there for words

and sometimes repeat them softly

And Death, who plucks eyes like flowers

Doesn't find my eyes

Rainer Maria Rilke <>

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