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Порака: <blockquote data-quote="Iris*" data-source="post: 370842" data-attributes="member: 3868">Mid dark thoughtsof the gray tomb-stone,the demons tauntas they play twisted games with her soul.She was the sound of glass shatering,blue and green,a lucid dream,she was the breath of the wounded,the zig-zag in your straight line,she was the other side of the shadow side,the absence in your direction,she was everything and nothing...She was telling you about darkness in her life,because you was her light,and now...she rests her eyes on top of the moon,with her back facing the earth,nothing about her painwas poetic,silence screams from deep inside,she bleeds in redand die in black.</blockquote>

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