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| *image: luis royo |
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| I tried too hard to ride out your fear
but it hurt, split me open, tore at what was left of throat and song. Inside I heard you cry, gut sorrowed that you could not, after all, touch me, howling with wild spiritblood. I still wish you could become even half the soul you think you are, but back out now, you will not thornbeat me nor ever grasp the storm that screams me real. It knows that I am out here with the ones who choose to love. �Don�t bother, I won�t die of deception� (Shakira) |