Andryjou.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Knockin' on Heaven's door.
You stand on the beach and taste the salty smell of the wind that comes from the ocean, and inside you feel the warmth of never ending freedom, and on your lips the bitter, tear-soaked kiss of your lover.
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